So...this morning I was crazy nauseated and couldn't get out of bed. In the shower the water hitting my belly was painful. I was running super late to my OB appt and ended up driving 80 in a 55. I am 30 weeks measuring at 32 cm. Which would be awesome if they would move up my due date, but they won't. I can feel him getting bigger and bigger and it hurts, a lot. And that stresses me out, because I had a hard enough delivery/recovery with my 7lb 5 oz babies, and I am worried how big he will actually end up being. Luke is struggling to study for finals and finish final projects, which means he is at school every day this week, and then works every night until Friday. He just got told that he will basically have 15 days off for Christmas, only 2 of which are paid. Not to mention the days he has already missed because I was in the hospital or in too much pain to take care of my kids. Rough. I try so hard not to stress about all of this, but really, when you can't do much, all you can do is think. And think. And think, mostly about stuff that sucks. I am so close. Only 9 weeks left. I am praying for a little divine intervention, I NEED to feel well enough to at least feed the girls while Luke is gone. 9 weeks = 63 days.