This kid cracks me up. Seriously. This week we started our now-weekly non-stress tests. (It's a simple 30 minute test where two monitors are attached to Mom's belly and baby's heart rate, movements, and contractions are monitored.)
(You sit in a chair and look something like this)
So, the funny part is that our baby LOVES to kick and push whenever pressure is placed on my belly. For the entire test our kid had a field day pushing and fighting the monitors. The nurse asked me TWICE to sit still because the belts kept shifting. I had to laugh and blame the baby. Sorry, kid! You're FEISTY!
In other news, my observation of the week is that my food tolerance has shifted. I'm noticing that complex foods sound completely unappealing. As in, the more ingredients in a dish, the less I am interested. An apple? Great. Yogurt with granola? Yum. A savory dish with all sorts of herbs and marinade? I couldn't even take two bites. I vaguely remember reading a reason why this can occur, especially as your body prepares for labor. Of course I'm forgetting now, but I can tell you that if you offered me a bowl of chili I might dry heave a little.
As for this baby's arrival? Your guess is as good as mine. I've been feeling crampy here and there, which supposedly means my body is revving up a little. Now that this munchkin is full term, I'm starting to get antsy. I fully realize, however, that we're not at the finish line just yet and this little one will arrive whenever it is good and ready!