It’s been one of my goals not to be a whiny pregnant lady, and for the most part that’s been remarkably easy because the whole experience has been 99% positive. But these past few days have made me realize that I am suuuuper pregnant, and there is a lot of discomfort that can come with that.

The main culprit is the heat, which has been over 90 degrees for many days in a row now. Having been cold blooded for most of my life, it’s been hard for me to adjust to sweating while going up and down our stairs or walking to the car. The 1.5 block walk to church (at 8:45am) on Sunday was ridiculously hot for me, even though it probably wasn’t above 80 at that point.

Those of you in Texas are most certainly rolling your eyes right now, and I’ll admit I sound like a wuss compared to pregos enduring 105 or 110 degrees somewhere else, but this is my blog and I can complain a bit if I like

Also adding to the fun of the last 9 weeks is baby Partain, who has discovered that it’s highly entertaining to kick mom in the same spot over and over and over again. I’ve actually said “Ow!” out loud several times out of surprise and pain. I admit I wasn’t expecting this onslaught — what did the left side of my belly button ever do to the baby?

And of course the wee one is not so wee anymore, meaning his/her movements seem to distort my whole belly and make for some highly uncomfortable times while s/he readjusts.

Speaking of adjustments, last week at our midwife appointment they demonstrated how I can impact the baby’s position in these last few weeks of the pregnancy by how I sit (!!), so I’ve been trying to have excellent posture to avoid a posterior presentation. It turns out reclining with your feet up (the preferred position of pregnant ladies the world over) may encourage the baby’s back to swing around the wrong way. It’s good to know so I can prevent it from happening, but I do miss lounging with propped up feet.

I had no idea that this was even possible, and I certainly want to do everything I can to make labor faster and easier, so I’m spending a lot of time on my fitness ball and sitting up nice and straight while I work.

At the end of the week we’ll be hitting the 8 month mark, which I can hardly believe. I’m definitely getting ready to meet the baby that has wreaked havoc on my body for the past 32 weeks, and to start on the road to getting that body back into shape! Just 61 days to go!