I was chatting with my Nana the other night about pregnancy. She had four kids... (three were boys and 10+pounds, God bless her) Thankfully, I didn't inherit her propensity for large babies, Ben was a compact 6 pounds, 15 ounces. But it seems I am reliving her pregnancies, side-effect wise. I always wondered where some of this stuff came from... yeah, every pregnancy is different, but my pregnancies have been almost NOTHING like my mother's... (except for the fact that they result in babies) and that's usually who you look to when you wonder where female-type stuff came from.

But talking with my grandmother revealed that she suffered from the same acid reflux (that made her puke every morning) during all four pregnancies as well as the "pregnancy bulemia" (as I call it) as they got into the last trimester. It makes sense when I think about it. I'm built almost exactly like her with the same very short waist. (which is why babies have no room and start taking over the stomach region pretty quickly).

Anyway, it was interesting... she is the FIRST person I have ever talked too, pregnant friends included, who had all the same stuff I did/do during pregnancy. No one else I've talked to (even my last OB!!) understood what I meant when I describe what happens to me as I approach the third trimester. All I can say is, I eat normally... I hit a certain point, the food doesn't move, it must be returned. It's not so much nausea as it is that the food just doesn't make it all the way down. :(

Actually, that particular fun side effect got started last night. So I guess I can kiss yummy full meals goodbye. From now on, it's liquids and teeny tiny portions for me. Oh well... small price to pay for a big reward at the end.

I was having a mini anxiety attack two nights ago because the baby was sitting so high I couldn't catch my breath. Tom was watching all this and asking me how I go through all of this and still come out the other side wanting to do it again... my answer? It's only temporary. Yeah, I'm not always comfortable, but in the end, this time is such a blip on the radar as far as my life goes... Honestly? I don't really "enjoy" pregnancy the way some people do... there are parts of it I like and will miss when it's over: feeling the baby move and watching my belly grow and whatnot... that's all truly amazing and miraculous and I'm thankful for every minute of it. But mostly it's a means to an end. A really, really cute end. :)