Warning- graphic belly-button update

While I encourage you to read with caution, I also know the curious nature of humans and how thankful I am to not be a cat. So to those that chose to read ahead:  my belly button is dangerously close to be coming an outie.  I still do my daily exercises of pushing it back in, to which I credit its staying power for now, but I fear these exercises will prove futile rather shortly.

I am now in my 8th month. March is almost over with with leaves us with April and however long Spuds decides to incubate for in May. I have decided that I am done now. 33 weeks is good, right? According to Chris' co-workers, this is when it all goes down hill. Once the woman has declared that she is done all she does is get bigger, gets angrier about getting bigger, stops sleeping, gets more crabby due to lack of sleep and overall just becomes a miserable person until she delivers.  I am not sure what they have warned Chris about labor though, as I am sure he probably hasn't seen my full potential for crankiness yet.

With the 8th month seemed to also bring with it swelling, or as it is now lovingly referred to as "playdough ankles". Admittedly it seems to be more of my shins than my ankles, my ankles have begun to lose any definition between them and my calves.

Oh look, I can press into my leg. No big deal

Oh wait, it's still indented...

Hooray pitting edema! I have recently invested in a pair of compression socks and they seem to have withstood the morning at Wild Wings. It will be nice to try to keep my legs from swelling to 2x their size. Fortunately, there is no issues with elevated blood pressure, so for now it's just swelling.

If big foot were to take up running, I think I have an idea as to how he might feel. Currently, my running, a.k.a. trudging, feels more like my feet are just flopping in front of me hoping to convince the rest of me that I should stop.  In the end, the more active I stay, the better I feel, so I try to keep doing something.

The nursery is getting closer.  Recently, I made Chris do the closet shuffle so that we can empty out the nursery closet.  I am anxious to use it. The only bigger things left is cleaning out the closet, and then moving the futon out (once Oscar-the-couch goes to his new home) and then getting/putting in the glider.  But, for now, this is where we are at:

Lastly, Eleanor. She is currently responding well to the high dose of Prednisolone. She is back to her bouncy-trouble-causing self. Not only that, but she loves food.  Food of all kind. She has taken it upon herself to make sure that all bowls remain cleaned. We are able to go for walks again without her dragging and she has resumed her role as Protector against window squirrels.

So while, I know this is not a permanent fix, it is a lot easier to get through each day seeing her enjoying life again.