So I'm finally starting a pregnancy journal, at what? 34 weeks? Never say that I don't procrastinate spectacularly.

Right. So. Little squidbaby has definitely settled in head down. There's one foot sticking up at the top of my belly, just to the right, at all times now. Except when it's kicking me. This one is such a wiggly baby.

I'm liking the movement a lot more than any other pregnancy though. To be honest, I was always a bit squicked about the baby moving inside me. This time, though, after being so entirely sure I was done having babies, I'm loving the feel of little feet and elbows and... almost everything. (I could do without the headbutting of my bladder.)

The one thing I'm not digging is the allergy-induced asthma attacks. I don't have asthma normally, but my allergies are ridiculously sensitive when I'm pregnant. The other day we spent an hour and a half at a friend's birthday party in a house that has a cat. My usual cat allergy turned into a full blown asthma attack and I was up most of the night coughing and wheezing and generally just wishing I could draw a breath. Much better tonight.

Though tomorrow won't be if I don't get some sleep soon. 9 am dentist appointment to put the boy under nitrous gas and get some heavy duty dental work done.