OK, maybe "constant" motion is an exaggeration. He refused to move at all for Grandma on Saturday, for example.

But.

The baby is moving a TON more than I’ve previously felt. This morning, I don’t think he paused for more than a minute or so between 5:30 and 7 am. The closest analogy I can come up with is that my belly feels like when you eat way way way too much at Thanksgiving, only with the addition of serious movement and pressure, from my solar plexus all the way to my lowest vertebrae.

I’ve also gotten physically hypersensitive. I get cranky being at all tickled, having my legs touched, having almost any part of my body squeezed, or really having any physical contact that I’m not expecting. I think it’s that watching random spots on my torso wriggle and bulge like something out of the movie Aliens is about all the physical surprise I can handle.

(Stacey, if you’re reading this, you were right. It is kind of nauseating. It wasn’t at first, but it is now.)

And with how squished my stomach is on top of that, I don’t really feel like eating much. I woke up twice last night, refluxing. In spite of the pepcid, gaviscon, and wedge pillow. Unfortunately, reflux has gotten extra painful because coughing has started to be painful to my stomach muscles. I read recently that they get super-duper stretched out by being pregnant and for most people, are never the same again. I believe it!!

Whaah! Whaah! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!

Ok, I’m done complaining. In fact, I’m going to take on not complaining for the rest of the week. It is what it is, and I have no doubt that the discomfort is worth it.

Fruit & Veg Count, 12/26: Maybe half a cup of carrots & zipper peas in chicken soup.