Thirty weeks, 28 pounds. Not too bad. I had a doctor's appointment yesterday, and things are right on track. My belly measures exactly what it should for 30 weeks, and Belly Bear kicks every time they try to listen to her heartbeat. She's a little feisty girl!
At this point last time, I was 26 pounds over and Evan was measuring a whole week ahead. Perhaps Bear is a bit smaller so far, but still right on track.
I'm still in the same level of uncomfortableness. I've been having a few rough nights when I just can't get comfortable, and no naps. When people tell you upon looking at you that you look tired, that's bad, and I've been getting that this week.
And next week will be exhausting since Josh won't be here. So it'll be me, Evan and the dogs for a whole week. Fun times in the big city!
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