"I'm a beautiful reflection of my Love's affection..."

I am 35 weeks and 3 days along (at least that is what my little sidebar ticker graphic says, so I am going with that). I spent all morning describing the most annoying and sometimes excruciating upper abdominal pain that I am experiencing to my doctor. I had the same thing with Finn. "It's under my right rib...it burns, no it feel like ripping...or a knife..." Great. "Well, Lyndsay, we have no idea what this is." Double Great. But since the pain is so much worse with this pregnancy, they did blood work today and an abdominal sonogram Monday (not to see baby, but to see kidneys, liver, gall bladder—which were all free and clear last time they did this 2 years ago). They prescribed some pain medication that is non-narcotic and will get me through until they figure out what's going on in there. But! It's on order until Monday. Oof. Tough it out a few more days. But Baby Girl is doing grand. She is fussing and squirming, getting too big for her little nest. She seems to be totally unaware of my discomfort. And I am reminded of this every time she sticks her little toes right up into my ribs. Double Oof.

And an update on Baby Girl's name. I know I have told a handful of people about the name decision. Well guess what—it's changed. People were having such an issue remembering the name or even with the pronunciation (among other things). And she would have had to correct people on the pronunciation her whole life (that's what we get for wanting to give our children Danish names). So we have a new, and equally, if not more, loved name for Baby Girl. And we are not disclosing it to anyone until she is here. Except maybe Tiffany, who is really the only person besides ourselves who has been calling her loyally by initial said name. So she might need an adjustment period. Tiff, give me a ring. :)