Week 32

No photo this week as my photographer is away for his 15-year class reunion on the east coast. I may get ambitious tomorrow - the last day of Week 32 - and try to do a self-photo but this will be a challenge without a tripod. We'll see how we go.

The week started off with a doctor's appointment on Monday. The great news is that the baby has turned around and is no longer breech. Which means it is a good listener...which means it takes after me... ;) Dr. O'Neill says the baby should stay in the head-down position from here on in to the birth. The heartbeat and all other stats were good. By her measurements the baby's weight was about 2 kg (~4.4 lbs) which is right where it should be here in Week 32. According to her scales, I hadn't gained a single pound from the last doctor's appointment 3 weeks prior, which defies logic (as well as physics given I feel about 3x bigger). At any rate, she said the lack of my weight gain is nothing to worry about - the baby and I are both very healthy.

What is a bit of a worry is that I actually fainted for the first time this week. So my praises for the compression stockings may have been slightly premature.

I've never fully passed out before. I've consistently been able to make the dizzy spells go away with a bit of fresh air and a walk around. On Tuesday of this week, after driving an hour south for a conference, I felt a dizzy spell rapidly approaching just as I pulled into the parking lot of the conference I was attending. I quickly got out of the car to try and walk around but felt very unstable so braced myself on my car and doubled over a bit (this also helps). Next thing I knew I was looking up at the sky lying flat on my back next to my car. I don't think I was out for more than a few seconds. The great news is I didn't fall on my stomach and I apparently broke my fall with my elbows (judging by the skin off of them) so didn't hit my head. The not-so-great news is that I twisted my right ankle. Just when I thought I couldn't possibly move any slower, *voila* I now make a tortoise look positively swift. The ankle is enjoying a rapid recovery, though - I think I"m lucky in that it was only a minor sprain. The baby appears to be totally unfazed by the whole ordeal as it was kicking around merrily shortly after the incident and the last few days have seen much activity. In fact, as I type this, I am getting kicked around. So all's well that ends well.