34 weeks, and I still feel pretty okay. Walking a lot at night, hiding
from the sun and heat with lots of fans and watermelon during the day.

It's my first pregnancy, and I just love my midwife. She's more
interested in my mental/emotional state than my physical state, and
yeah, if I was having that many internal exams at this point, I'd
whack somebody. I've had two throughout the whole pregnancy, and
that's enough.

The movement in general is okay, although I liked it better when it
wasn't so rib focused. I HATE the hiccups. I don't know why, I know it
doesn't hurt the baby, I just *don't* like them. In general my kid is
more of a roll/twist kid than a punch/kick kid, so maybe I'm just not
used to this kind of movement.

Oh - and I had the world's crappiest baby shower. Some people gave me
gifts like there wasn't even a baby. I mean, what baby needs a cat
calendar or a ceramic planter? No receiving blankets or burp cloths,
almost nothing I registered for. Tons of clothing I'll barely use
(it'll all be too small way too soon), and that's about it. Now the
grandparents on both sides are feeling guilty, so it could all work
out in the end. Still, I keep telling my husband, the kid doesn't want
lots of toys, a swing, or a pacifier. What the kid really wants is
attention! Lots of attention!

Also, lucky for the kid I already have a HUGE baby-safe stuffed animal
collection. They many not beep or squeak or vibrate, but they're cute.

The saddest part of the whole baby shower fiasco is that my husband is
so paranoid about money now. We both want me to be a stay at home mom,
and I'm sure everything will work out. From what I hear, babies don't
really need that much.

Good luck to all of you!

Heather
due 9/20/04, and I have no idea if it's a boy or a girl...