How Appropriate
It's 1:20 AM and I am surfing. I had been in bed, pretty happily, having fallen asleep watching Dallas beat Green Bay (I was happy about the sleeping, I mean, not that I had any vested interest in who won that game). But about an hour ago Andy came to bed, and I woke up enough to acknowledge my heartburn, my discomfort, my kicking son, and the fact that I'm too hot with the covers on, and too chilly with them off. So, here I am on the couch, killing time and waiting for the sleepiness to come again. As I clicked over to week 33 (what I turned today) on "What to Expect" I found the topic pretty ironic. Or maybe the word is poignant?

Your Pregnant Body This Week
Week 33 of Pregnancy: Insomnia
How unfair — that when you need it the most, you can't get it. You keep on telling yourself it's the last opportunity for a long, long time (at least until your baby's sleeping through the night). But you still can't get any. No, not sex, woman — sleep! Third-trimester insomnia strikes more than 75 percent of expectant moms — very tired expectant moms. All the hormonal changes, the midnight treks to the bathroom, the leg cramps, the heartburn that won't quit, the fact that you can't get comfortable when you're in bed with a watermelon where your tummy used to be, and the anxiety you're likely feeling about the impending birth of your baby (and the fact that you still haven't decided on a name for your baby) all contribute to your inability to catch some satisfying z's.

Jealousy
My friend sent me this today and signed it "Love, Hurley." So, so true.

Google It
Thoughts from weeks 27 and 28 (update: I am currently 31 - oh! both "weeks pregnant" and that's my age. weird.)

Week 27
Just sitting here at my desk this Monday afternoon, in my new-as-of-last-week set-up (one that allows me to put my feet up during the day), I could feel my son kicking off and on again. It’s an enjoyable distraction, and I sometimes type with one hand so I can use the other hand to feel his kicks. Then in my lower abdomen, the opposite end of where I had just felt him kick, I started to feel a rhythmic tapping. Once every second or two. It wasn’t as strong as a kick, but something was clearly going on in there. I started to wonder – that couldn’t be hiccups, could it? If it was, it wasn’t exactly what I was expecting hiccups to feel like. They were so close together and so light. Thank you trusty Google, which received my query: “what do baby hiccups feel like?” with eagerness to return me an answer! Various postings across the internet confirmed, I was feeling hiccups!

It feels to me like tiny little taps as well. like every 2 seconds.

I have been feeling this rhythmic movement (every few seconds) for about 2 weeks now. I didn't know what it was until I read in my 27-week email from babycenter.com that it was probably hiccups. I was like, "oh, that's what's going on in there." I told my DH it felt like a little drummer boy in there.

It felt smaller than a kick, and it was so regular--like every 2-3 seconds. More frequent than a person would hiccup.

Hiccups feel like slight kicks with 1-second gaps, it almost feels like our heartbeat. but you'll actually know its hiccups, it happens in your lower abdomen because the baby's head is down.

Week 28
One and only one thing determines if my hands and feet swell up – THE WEATHER! I discovered this was true, when last week we had a wonderful snap from our normal heat and humidity. It was going down into the 50s at night, and hitting about 80 during the day, with low humidity. My rings were sliding around my finger again, and my ankles had returned to a normal size. What happened when it heated back up? You got it. One way ticket back to Cankle Town. I kept doing all the same things – drinking lots of water, putting my feet up at my new desk arrangement, and even continuing my experiment with grapefruit juice. Only the weather changed. I can drink water til I’m peeing a river – I’m sure it’s good for me, but it doesn’t help the swelling one iota (or at least not all the iotas I need). Sure, putting my feet up HELPS, but it’s not a cure-all. This is made obvious when I wake up in the morning and I’m still a little swollen. So, until the fall weather decides to greet us for the long haul, I think I’m stuck with these things.

In the spirit of the Summer Games in Beijing, this week our baby is the size of a Chinese cabbage.