Week 22...

Well, I've got 22 weeks behind me already. It really doesn't seem like I've been pregnant for over 5 months! And it really doesn't seem like I should be having a baby in 4! Time flies, I suppose. Anyway, a lot has happened since my last post. Mama, Rachel, and I did find dresses for Boo and me for the wedding. Amazingly, I found a dress for me at the first store we went to; however, Rachel did not. 9 hours and 20 stores later, we found one that would work for her and then another one for me that would coordinate. Hers is brown with large, cream-ish polka dots. Really cute. Mine is solid brown. Not only did they not have a size that would fit me in the polka-dots dress, I figured it wouldn't be appropriate for Scotty to moo at me as I walked down the aisle. Hers looks great and my solid brown, well it's good enough. :)

Even after the marathon shopping, my tailbone didn't bother me too much. It's been steadily getting better with each day. However, riding in the car for 5+ hours to Destin and back didn't do me any favors this past weekend. Laying on the beach (with sunscreen and an umbrella -- Mom and Deb) was great as was being with some of our friends. Here's a pic of the mom and dad-to-be in Destin:

And I got my hair cut. My hair guy said I could get two inches cut off and add fringe to "soften" the hair around my face. Apparently, I didn't realize how much 2 inches was nor did I realize that "fringe" was code for "bangs." Needless to say, I'm still getting used to the new 'do.

This afternoon I had a doctor's appointment. Everything went well. I've only gained 8 pounds. (YAY!) Baby Rain's hearbeat was 155 -- normal, but kind of on the faster side for a boy. As she had to kind of hold him down by pressing on my belly to get him to sit still long enough to obtain his heartrate, my doctor commented that I had a very active baby. Duh -- for the last week or so he's been kicking, punching, and flipping almost non-stop. Plus, does she know the parents of this kid -- Mr. and Mrs. Rambunctious -- well we used to be when we were kids according to our families. It's no suprise to either of us that our child is already a ball of energy and that we'll definitely have our work cut out for us when he gets here and then when he starts going places on his own. Look out world...

Finally, I gave in and bought my first pair of "fashionable" maternity pants (and a pair of jeans too). You can see them in the picture below. They are not cute, but they are so comfortable. I'm definitely going to buy a few more pairs as these are so much better than my regular pants in that a) there is no button or zipper for me to have to deal with -- or not deal with as has been the case for the last few weeks, and b) well, there is no "b," my reason "a" is the only pro to wearing these hideous things.

And, yes, I know I look tired. My doctor told me so. A client told me so. I get it. But this sleeping with a pillow is really no fun. However, it's one of my "must-haves" in order for this tailbone to get better. Incidentally, I started my PT yesterday. She said that I strained or pulled the ligaments surrounding my tailbone, prescribed me some at-home exercises to do and then I have to go back twice next week for exercising in their gym. Note to anyone going for a PT evaluation: wear proper underwear -- don't assume you get to keep all your clothes on for the whole evaluation. You don't, or at least I didn't. Perhaps it was due to the nature of my complaint (pain in tailbone). At any rate, you don't want to find yourself with the PT poking around your tailbone/lower back area face-to-face with your practically bare behind. Talk about mortifying... Oh well, before this is all said and done, I'm sure there will be much worse stuff going on than a PT seeing my butt in a thong. :)