Climbing that Hill...

I am now 32 years old. What a sobering thought! I'm quite glad I'm this young, but at the same time, I'm bothered that I'm this old. Does that make any sense?

In any case, I had a lovely birthday. Hub bought me some beautiful gifts including a prenatal massage! WOOOOOOOO! I could really use that now seeing as my back, shoulders, neck, feet and calves are really starting to feel it. I don't know if it will help the sciatica or not, but that would be a bonus!

I got other wonderful gifts too and had delicious food. Then Hub spent most of the night with me instead of working. I told him that was his plan all along. He just wanted to get me used to not spending much time with him so that I'd be so grateful when he could that it would seem extra special and would be an easy Barb pleaser! Half kidding.

The only downside to the food thing? Apparently the nausea is back. It's not really as bad as the first trimester nausea, but I have that same sour taste in my mouth, and food doesn't taste quite right or quite satisfy. It fills the angry gaping void that is my stomach, but the type of thing I eat is quite important to my feeling of well being afterward. On top of that, there isn't much room in there anymore, and eating is getting more difficult. Babybutt likes to kick the heck out of that area as well. Lots going on in the gastronomical world of Barb!