Yes, this is a complaining post. I already feel guilty about it, and I haven't even written it. I feel like I should just keep all these thoughts in my head (or try not to think them at all) as I see others around me having to experience much worse (like my mom finishing up chemo or all the couples out there who are trying to get pregnant.)
I apologize to anyone who reads this and has much bigger problems. I really have been trying to count my blessings. It's just that I have found a lot of comfort in the advice and support of fellow bloggers. Just today I got to go to mother's group/swimming with three of you and you guys were wonderful and helped calm me down a bit.
But now I'm back to worrying again.
I am somewhere between 27 and 28 weeks along. I am most likely going to be induced at 38 weeks, which means I have 10 weeks left. It really has gone fast this second time around. But the "fun part of pregnancy" is offically over.
It seems like I got huge all of a sudden. I don't even want to put a belly picture up. I haven't been to the doctor in two months, making all these trips to St. George and all, so I had no idea how much weight I've gained. (until the other night. boo.)
I will never be one of those, "I wore my same pants the whole pregnancy" girls, as I gain half my weight in my thighs alone. But I was hoping to not gain 45 lbs this time, since I am chasing a hyper-active toddler everywhere.
I was at Walmart the other night, and decided to get on a scale in one of the aisles. Bad idea. It shows that I've already gained 30 lbs. It ruined my week. If that's accurate then I'm on course for a 50-60 lb weight gain this time. What the crap is going on.

To add insult to injury, my mom's sweet, extremely skinny friend asked me if I was SURE it wasn't twins I was having and if I was SURE I had two whole months to go. (This lady has had two kids, I mean, she should REALLY KNOW BETTER than to say something like that to a prego.)
I wish I didn't care about stupid weight, but I do. I've heard it's harder to lose the weight with each kid, so I am even more anxious about it. It just makes it worse when people make their dang comments about my size.
The other bad news is that my ribs have started aching, especially when I eat a big meal. This happened last time, but it didn't seem like it hit until 35 weeks. I just don't understand how they could ache already, when the baby has to get so much bigger.
Sleeping just got much harder too, and so I'm beyond tired during the day. Until 9 p.m., then I'm finally wide awake. It's all messed up.
And on top of it all...I'm really starting to worry. About everything that could go wrong. About maybe having another 27 hour labor and 3 hours of pushing, only to be told the baby is stuck at zero station and it was all in vain, thus, another c-section. As I imagine trying to recover from a c-section with Kalia crawling all over me, it almost makes me want to cry.
How in the world am I going to survive the last 10 weeks??
I'm just having a little pity party here. I know it's all worth it in the end. But like I said. Tonight I just needed to vent it out and move on. Thanks for listening. Good night.