Today marks my 30th week of pregnancy -- which means there are, most likely, 10 weeks to go. Although it could be less. Or a little bit more. Any way you slice it (wince - bad choice of words there), this kid is going to be here pronto!!!
Also, I just ate leftovers of something so simply delicious and yummy I already want to write another recipe post. But it will have to wait until next week. Don't worry, I took pictures before I gobbled it all down. (And guaranteed, half of you will find this completely unappetizing. But the other half of you.... oooooohhhh momma! You are gonna LOVE this!)
Yesterday, I went to my OB for a regular checkup and all was well. Babykins has moved into the head-down position -- woohoo! (Although there is still plenty of time for him to move, we'll hope he stays put.) From here on out, I'll be going in every 2 weeks for check-ups - which I'm very happy about, because I've sort of been craving more attention from my doctor and now I'm finally going to get it!!! Ironically, I feel more confident now than I have this whole pregnancy, and less needy of a doctor's reassurance. Its like my brain finally accepted that things are going really well, and that this pregnancy seems -- gasp -- normal, after years of abnormal effort just to get here.
The best news is that we get to have another ultrasound next month!!! I'm so excited to see baby boy and get a guesstimate of his size. I'm expecting a big baby, both because his father and I are big, tall people, and also because of the healthy amount of weight I've gained thus far.
That's another thing I've come to accept -- that my body will gain the right amount of weight for me. The way my belly is growing and changing shape feels completely beyond my control (one might respond with a "duh" here, but its seriously mind-bending how much illusion-of-control I tend to have). I'm just focusing on nutrition and letting nature handle this big, beautiful bump.
Baby boy is still kicking away ninja-style, but with much more strength. Several times now, we've felt the outline of a tiny fist moving under my skin and its given us both goosebumps and shivers. Whenever he starts to kick with real vigor, I lift my shirt over my bump and stare, convinced I'm going to be able to see the outline of a foot any day now. So far, no cigar, but I'll let you know as soon as that happens. (And don't worry, I always make sure my office door is closed and that I'm facing away from the glass panel when I do this during the work day.)
I'm still enjoying being pregnant, although its getting a bit more taxing lately. Mylanta is my best friend. Gestational diabetes and an accompanying strict diet loom (I failed my first glucose tolerance test and am taking the second one on Friday). But the miracle of having a little person growing in there and the anticipation of meeting him more than make up for all the aches and pains. I can't wait to introduce y'all to each other!!!

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