Happy New Year, friends!

1. Medical Stuff:

• One session of PT. We skipped all exercise and went for only OMT. My PT made sure my joints were as “in” as he could get them.
• Had my 38 weeks (and 3 day) check this morning. Stress test, ultrasound, and doc visit. Everything checked out great. To say I am starting to get anxious is the understatement of 2019. When are you coming, Baby J?! One sign of progress: the head was lower today than last week.

I’m way late…It’s Christmas week…I’ve been with family which means zero regrets…

1. Medical Stuff:

• 37 Week Check. No signs I’m going anytime soon. Once again, we have an active one! This time, the word, “twirling” was used.
• I’ve been doing a lot of liquids lately because my belly just feels like it cannot fit one more thing…sucks because of all of the holiday goodies, but I’d rather be somewhat comfortable than feel like my insides are gonna burst.
• No other appointments.

1. Medical Stuff:

• PT! Lots of rib manipulation work. At this point, we are trying to get me to labor with my ribs as “in” as they can be. My left side just happens to be the stubborn side…
• I had my first baby stress test on Wednesday, along with an ultrasound to check my fluid, and an OB visit at the end. Everything was good! During the baby stress test, the nurse called our kid a “loud, wild child.” At my ultrasound after, the tech said your kid is “very, VERY active” (with wide eyes). That night, my big sister, Kristen, reminded me all about the laws of Karma…
• 4 neighborhood walks. Still truckin along slowly with my sister’s pitbull in my ‘hood ; )

1. Medical Stuff:

• Easy medical week. No appointments. None.
• My ribs are out. I NEED AN OMT appointment stat. Meanwhile, it’s all about the heating pad…
• 4 outside walks…just keep moving, just keep moving, just keep moving…

Christmas Edition!

1. Medical Stuff:

• I sucked up the working out thing SO bad this week. My body feels it too. Way too many Christmas carbs and not enough Christmas cardio. On my way to the treadmill today. It’s not gonna be pretty. Pray. Just pray…
• No doctors. No PT. Just eating and lazing my way through Christmas.