Tired of vacations!

I know, hard to believe and boo hoo, poor me. It's surreal to be typing this, but I think I'm actually tired of vacations and am happy that I'm pretty much done for the summer. I just spent 4 days on Cape Cod with my good girlfriend, D, and her 4-year-old daughter, K, who is my goddaughter. We had great weather, hit the beaches and the clam shacks (sans actually eating the clams) and had a very fun time, but now I'm just happy to be home. After that babymoon in Key West a couple of weeks ago and then this, I'm ready to nest and stop packing and unpacking my bags. Don't get me wrong, I still relish vacation days and weekends, but I just want them to be at home! ;)

Hanging out with a 4-year-old was a study in adorableness and frustration. My friend, who is also pregnant right now with her 2nd at 14 weeks, kept asking "Are you ready for this?" when her daughter had a tantrum one night because she was overtired and her mom (rightly) wouldn't give her an umpteenth drink of apple juice before bed. Did you guys ever notice this? That friends who have had kids before you, which is everyone in the case of many of us due to our IF struggles, always gleefully ask if you're ready? As if it's a secret that kids can be challenging and the many ups also come along with some downs? It drove me a little crazy because it's a wee bit rude to ask someone who struggled through IF for 3 years with 3 lost babies along the way if they're ready as if they're sure it's worth it. Yeah, I'm sure in a way that fertiles will never understand.

In pregnancy news, Bug's been quite the acrobat lately, which is always comforting. It was tough for two pregnant ladies and a preschooler to schlep our chairs and coolers to the beach each day, yet another reason I'm glad to be homebound for a while. Oh and one near-miss: yesterday my visiting friend D called me from upstairs in my house and when I went to stand up and go see what she needed, little K also got up and ran right in front of me in a crouch. I fell over her in a very ungainly, uncoordinated heap, where I managed not to crush her but also not to slam myself too hard on the brick fireplace. It's still hard to get used to being so uncoordinated -- while I was able to break our falls, it wasn't the most graceful dance. I'm just happy no one got hurt!

The final note is that I've been having stabbing pains in my labia (TMI blah blah TMI) for the past couple of days, maybe 2 or 3 times a day. I wasn't really concerned because it definitely feels like an outer-region quirk, nothing involving Bug or his condo. But still, of course, I consulted Dr. Google and stumbled upon an amusing site called Kristen's Guide that translated "facts" stated in pregnancy books. Here's what they said about my issue:

The book says: "You may occasionally feel a sharp pain in your vagina."

Translation:
You may feel a stabbing pain that seems to shoot to your cervix and makes you want to jump out of your chair. This is caused by pressure on the cervix. All of the professionals insist that there are no nerves in the cervix, but this sensation makes that idea hard to believe.

Remedy:

It should be gone by the time you fully heal after birth. Practice your poker face in the meantime because there's nothing like suddenly developing the look of death while you shriek during a business meeting. Shift in your seat, change position, breath deeply, and pray it goes away. If it's extremely strong, call your doctor.

Soon, hopefully, I'll be able to report on the pregnancy classes we have finally registered for and post some pix of the slowly progressing nursery. Yay!