In case you didn't ketch it from the title, tomorrow makes 33 weeks of Ilse-ness. She is huge, and I think she might have dropped the other day, but not knowing the things I don't know, I can't be sure.
I do know that I almost updated my facebook the other day talking about how I can still wear my wedding ring, and yay me! Then that night I had to take it off because it felt so tight. I've taken it off every night in the middle of the night since. It's probably just the heat in the house, but I've heard horror stories of swelling and, considering I'm at such high risk of preeclampsia, I don't want my beloved ring to have to be cut off.
And then today, Tim told me my feet were swollen. I believe he's right. We'll see what the next several days bring. I was a bit lightheaded today, but going over the questions the doctor had asked me when I told her about the last time I was lightheaded, it occurred to me that of course I was, I didn't eat worth diddly squat today. Do you know what I ate? We were out, so I ate part of a muchaco, a taco, and a piece of banana bread. That's all I've currently eaten, and it's 9 pm. At least there was some meat in there. Oh, I did have a couple malt eggs as I was stuffing our Easter eggs for tomorrow.
I'm sure I'll eat much better tomorrow, and then tonight Tim got me something special. Ohhh, tomorrow... you know what we're eating? Lasagna (or as my family says, lazag), salad, bread, strawberries, IC, and my mother's famous Apple Book worthy chocolate cake. That will be a lovely lunch. I don't know what's for dinner, but it will likely be left overs or something of the sort, depending on how long we stay at Ivy's. I guess that depends on how tired this mommy is.
We have five weeks and two or three days until inducement day. I hope we make it!