Disappearing Act

Lately I've been noticing that every day my belly button gets smaller and smaller. It's pretty bizarre. I wonder if it will actually disappear. My sister in law's belly button went from being an innie to an outie when she was pregnant. Hopefully mine doesn't come completely out. Something about a belly button sticking out kind of makes me a little sick. But then again a lot of things have been happening during my pregnancy that I would have thought was really sick pre-pregnancy.

This last Friday I took a trip to Island Hospital to get my glucose screening test done. I arrived there at four thirty in the afternoon, checked in, waited for an hour to be called and then after I was called the lady tells me that the test takes an hour and I didn't have time to do it since they close in twenty minutes. In the back of my mind I was thinking, "why didn't you just give me the damn drink when I first got here so that all she would have to do at that point was take my freaking blood sample and be done with it?" But I didn't say anything. I wasn't even a little bit rude. Strange huh? It seems that being pregnant has taught me how to be patient. I never would have thought that was possible. So I will be going back to the hospital next Friday. The lady gave me the glucose coctail to take home with me so I could refrigerate it before I have to drink it. I really hope it doesn't taste like caugh syrup or we are going to have a major problem.

So I don't know if this is common with other pregnant women but lately I have been having major trouble sleeping. It's just not comfortable anymore. The night before last I had major heart burn and last night my baby wouldn't stop jabbing me in the side. I had to lay on my back until he settled down. Even then he seemed to get irritated when I rolled back onto my side. With him getting heavier and stronger by the minute I don't know how I am going to survive the next couple of months. But even with him annoying the crap out of me at night and killing my back slowly during the day I still can't help but feel an overwhelming amount of love for the little guy. I guess that's why it's called unconditional.

Last night I had another weird dream. It wasn't as freaky as the last one I wrote about but it was still weird. I dreamed I was pregnant and all that good stuff but that I had agreed in my early stages of pregnancy to give the baby up for adoption to my uncle and that I would be compensated three thousand dollars. But in my dream when I was as far along as I am in real life I had a change of heart and I was trying everything to get out of the arrangement I had agreed to. But there was a lot of legal paperwork involved not to mention the awkwardness of telling a family member you don't want to give them your child. Then the whole family and I had to sit down to dinner to a meal of meat loaf. I don't know why meat loaf, probably because in real life I hate the stuff and my subconscious wanted to punish my dream self for giving up her own baby. I never did get around to letting my uncle know he would not in fact be recieving my baby. Instead my dream ended with a midnight car race down the side of a mountain where a state trooper was waiting with one of those speeding radar guns. Needless to say I woke up feeling very confused and a little paranoid. So anyway, I guess I should lay off the sweets before bed.