Not much going on here

Shawn and I went yesterday and got massages with the gift certificate Patsy had sent us. I think we both really needed it. I finished my last papers for grad school on Monday night at about 1 am. Officially done! However, for the last week, I have been having such bad back pain, I've been taking two showers a day; I stand bent over with my lower back under the spray as hot as I can take it. That, with a light course of Tylenol when I really can't take it, and ANOTHER pillow added to the bed seem to help a little. (I think I'm up to 4 pillows) The massage was great, although with prenatal massages, they are a little skittish to touch your lower back, or work you too hard. I would definitely do it again, though...very relaxing. Shawn's was pre-emptive - we left the massage place and watched the Huskies get beat up for three hours.
In other news, I have scheduled my one hour glucose test for the 23rd. I'm kind of dreading it, mostly because I know the drink will be pretty nasty, and the doctor won't let me take it home and drink it before I come in. I have to hang around the office for an hour. On my lunch break. I don't have to fast though, which I know some doctors are making people do. My coworker who is pregnant failed her test by two points, and had to go back in for the three hour blood drawing event. Yikes. I'm hoping to avoid that, and pass it the first time.
All the warnings I had heard about the baby's kicking getting painful have of course, come to pass. It's not so much the actual kicking that hurts, as the location that baby chooses to pound on for 15 minutes at a time. For some reason, my right lower rib is particularly deserving. Never my left side, only right. The kicks aren't so hard, but after 12, the area is a little sensitive. And, of course, the baby's favorite time for the daily kick-a-thon is during nap time. I'm trying to sit quietly with the kids, and talk to them quietly about why they need to lay down and relax, and I'm hopping up out of my chair every two minutes and gasping for air. Really relaxing. Last Sunday, Shawn and I were sitting in church while the choir was singing, and we couldn't concentrate, since my midsection looked like a bad scene from Alien. I knew that at any moment, something was going to come popping out. We also couldn't keep from laughing. Hopefully, this Sunday will be calmer.