Ok friends. Here you go. A new pregnant picture of Lauren and me. This was taken about a week ago at 30 weeks. I feel farther along if I think of that as almost 7 months, but I also prefer to remember that I only have 8 weeks left (instead of 2 months) -- it sounds shorter somehow! Things are going well for baby and me. I have little to nothing to complain about when I think of the trials some women go through during pregnancy. I have gotten to that point where I just "feel big"and awkward. My lower back sometimes really bothers me and I have definitely reached that place where comfortable sleep is often very elusive. I am definitely a back sleeper when not pregnant, and even with about 6 pillows strategically placed, I still occasionally wake in the middle of the night and find myself on my back. I had a diagnosis of placenta previa early on in the second trimester, but several weeks ago another ultrasound showed that my uterus had grown enough that the placenta had moved up. That was good news! I had a small scare after having blood drawn to test for gestational diabetes. They called the next day and when I finally got a nurse on the line it was nothing serious - I just need to take an iron supplement. In the spirit of openness I will share that my total weight gain so far is at 18 pounds. Depending on which midwife I see, my weight gain is either "really great" or cause for concern to "be careful not to continue gain at this rate." Out of the 4 midwives in this practice, the one that is sort of my "primary" midwife seems to be the most insensitive and blunt. It has been one of the "other three" every time that either a) sympathized with me early on and told me to eat whatever sounded good - even if it was french fries and ice cream b) had mercy and prescribed medicine for nausea when nothing else I tried was working c) has looked positively on my weight gain. Oh well! In other news, some household projects are finally "in progress." I wish I could say they were completed...hopefully that will be soon. I am really feeling the push to get some paint on the walls of several rooms before baby comes. Lydia's "new room" (as she calls it) is finally painted and now ready for her big girl bed and her toys. I'm not really sure if she gets that it is her "new room" yet, but hopefully she will understand and be excited once her things go in there. Gotta run! Now, fair is fair - I want to see some pregnant pics of the rest of you mommies!!