We had a baby check up, today. She's growing well, although, the mama hasn't gained any weight since the last appointment. It certainly feels like I've gained about 75 pounds (all in my ankles) since the last appointment.
I mostly waddle, but only because it feels like someone took a jackhammer to my pelvis. (Sorry for the graphic description.) My belly button has reached a whole new level of strange. My legs are sprouting new spider veins. My ribs are protesting. And my lungs are ticked about their new constricted space. And...the nausea is back. The lovely Braxton Hicks contractions have a reached a state of painfulness. It makes me excited but anxious at the same time. If we can make it 6 more weeks, I'll relax a little. Stay put, little princess. You need to cook longer!!
Also, someone asked me if I'm sure I'm not having twins. I most certainly, am not. Thank you for your concern.
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| 30 weeks |
The entire pregnancy has, suddenly, caught up with me. I've finally started associating all this discomfort with pregnancy. It's odd. And I'm tired. Like really tired. This morning, all I had to do to want a nap was take a shower and get dressed.
Just a small disclaimer; I truly love being pregnant. It is entirely amazing to me. But this week....I am just tired. Previously mentioned.
Isaiah asked if we could go to the zoo. Before I could respond, Jayme says "Uh no...because if we walk at the zoo Madalynne would FALL OUT!" She's kinda right....sorry, Isaiah.
Madalynne is head down. Woot!! Already ready for lift off...or something.
I had a dream, the other night, that I was in a birthing tub. I looked down and saw her little blonde haired blue eyed beautiful-ness staring at me with a look that said "Ookay, Mom...you can finish pushing me out now...like right now. Yeah, thanks." Then a couple nights later I dreamed that she was breech so they did a c-section. The pulled her out to discover that she was a he. He was screaming, but looked exactly like the baby in my first dream. But since she was a he, the Dr's stuck him back in, sewed me up and said "Oh, well just try for a girl tomorrow." Whaaaat the heck.
I've started going through baby girl newborn clothes. They're so adorable!! And I found some left over newborn diapers. So so tiny!!
This weekend, I plan to wash, fold, and organize baby clothes. Then maybe next weekend, we'll get the crib put together. I feel like it's time I should pack my hospital bag, but that's a few weeks off, I think.
In other news; I'm pretty sure Jayme is finished with diapers!! Sunday night, while we were getting ready for bed, she tells me "I don't want to wear a diaper, tonight." Huh...ookay. So we put a couple blankets under her to protect her mattress and called it good. She hasn't used a diaper since and she hasn't had any accidents! Sweeeeet!!
Isaiah has finished his preschool workbooks. His writing skills, and his math smarts are pretty much just amazing to me. He's reading simple words really well. Some tougher words, he's figuring out, too. He'll see words while we're out and about and ask me what they mean. It's encouraging that he's absorbing things that I'm teaching him. Some days, it feels so entirely unproductive and wasteful. Then he does something amazing and I realize that the consistence and persistence is paying off.
He is also quite the gentleman. This morning, we were getting ready to leave. I sent them out to the car while I grabbed a few things. When I went outside, Isaiah had opened my car door. So sweet. I'm having a bit of an emotional battle with the fact that he's turning 5 next week....and the fact that Jayme turned 3 last month. What the heck is happening to my babies? Stop it, kids! Just stop it!
That's all for now. It's past my bedtime. ^_^
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