Moving On To Days

That's right.  No more counting in weeks.  Only days.

34 more days left.

And at this rate I'm going to need a wheelchair to get me there.  Lately my left leg/butt muscle/sciatic nerve have begun to flare up.  And when I say "flare up", I mean burn, sharp pains, stop dead in your tracks, squeal in agony, can't speak until it goes away kind of pain.  It used to show up at the end of a long day and I could bare through it to finish those motherly duties.

However, now I wake up with this wonderful jolt of lightening.  There's nothing better then to literally ROLL out of bed awkwardly to stand and feel your blood rushing down your legs, your head swim with stars and then a cramp in your muscle that feels like you've been kicked with a steel toe boot.

But the best part are the Braxton Hicks that have jumped from 10 a day to 10 an hour.  My mom especially has become an advocate at putting my feet up and doing nothing until her flight arrives the day before the baby is due.  We'll see if we can grant her wish.