Death Roll - 31 weeks!

Hello everyone! Just another Mundy family update after a doctor's appointment. I no longer have monthly appointments. Once you hit 30 weeks the frequency of appointments increase (yay!). Which means I will be going in 3 weeks, then 2 weeks after that, then every week after that.

I continue to have no heart burn and surprisingly no charlie horses in the middle of the night. For that, I am incredibly thankful. Of course, those symptoms did not just disappear without replacement symptoms. During this pregnancy, I am blessed with a baby crocodile. Do you know how crocodiles kill their prey? They sneak up on the unknowing gazelle (just an example) and attack, dragging the doomed creature back into the water. This is where they kill it by "death roll." The crocodile continues to hold on to his flailing prey while engaging in a spinning maneuver designed to subdue and dismember the future meal. A death roll typically only lasts about 15 seconds, but destroys the prey's defenses or ability to function.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKKOieuk_GQ

Yes, I have a baby crocodile inside me. And this sweet, adorable, loving little fetus continues to death roll my sciatic nerve. My sciatic nerve is the largest nerve in my body which provides sensory and motor function to the lower extremities. This nerve provides sensation to the back of the thigh, lower part of the leg and the sole of the foot. Which means, when a death roll occurs, mama here basically has a shooting pain down the back of her leg followed by a tingling sensation for the next several hours. He chooses fun times to perform this act...like when I'm in the middle of the grocery store, or holding my son. Needless to say, the gasping doubled-over-in-pain motion of a pregnant woman makes other people very uneasy. Also, people do not like a 13-year-old pregnant girl, doubled over in pain and cursing in the middle of Wegmans...Go figure.

This week's appointment went well. Not sure what this doctor is talking about though, because she seems to think that this evil amphibian is actually small for his age. She was looking right at me, so she had to see the basketball-sized growth protruding from under my shirt, but she says I'm "small." She's not quite worried, because the baby is measuring 29 weeks, which only puts me 1-2 weeks behind. His heart beat is strong and steady and according to her, he is probably weighing in at about 2-3 pounds already (yeah, tiny). We have less than 10 weeks left. 69 days. Not that I'm counting. These last few weeks are really just time for him to pack on the pounds and bake until he's ready to grace us with his presence :)

We are all ridiculously excited to meet him. Well, I think so anyway. Maxson seems curious about mama's big belly, but not too eager for anything to pop out of it. Especially if that something is going to take his crib or his spot on her lap.

Wish us luck! Part of me wants the next few weeks to fly by so I can stop waddling, and the other part of me hopes it goes slowly so I can enjoy the last few weeks of being a family of 3 :)

Love you all!