34 down. 6 (or probably more like 7) to go.
And I am feeling great. I probably shouldn’t say that for fear of jinxing myself but I’m actually feeling much better now than I was about a month ago. The pelvic discomfort has really eased up, I’m still sleeping decently and I’m not too exhausted. At 30 weeks, I started taking an iron supplement upon recommendation by my midwife, so I think that has helped with my overall energy and comfort level. Of course, there are days where I feel like I over did it and by the evening I’m whipped but overall, I’m a-okay. Aside from the heartburn that is. Hoky smokes, the heart burn!
The belly is getting larger and in charger with each passing day. Bending over, breathing, walking, putting on shoes, sitting … basically everything … is getting more and more tricky. See for yourself what I’m talking about:
Baby is head down and comfy cozy there. Yesterday, s/he had a heart rate of 130 and the midwife said everything looks great. We’re measuring right on and she said if she had to predict, she’d guess I’ll end up with a baby somewhere around the 8 pound mark. Of course, that is just a guess.
Speaking of guesses, while we’re at it, I may as well throw my hat into the ring. My prediction is: July 1st, wee hours of the morning, let’s say 3:48 a.m. to be specific. Boy. 8 pounds even. Let’s see how good Mama’s intuition really is.
I’m sitting somewhere between the 25-30 pound mark right now, so I’m predicting I’ll end this pregnancy gaining slightly more than I did with Evalyn (which was 38 pounds). Good thing I will have the summer ahead of me to get outside and walk lots.
I have started to get things in the house ready for baby. A drawer has been cleared out of Daddy’s dresser and has been filled with newborn sleepers and onesies - since baby will be rooming with us for a while and won’t have his/her own room until we’re settled in the new house. I’ve also re-organized a few things in Evalyn’s room to accommodate the baby gear that has to come back out of storage.
Evalyn and I talk about and pray for the baby a lot these days. She hugs it, kisses it, says “Yuv you baby” and has been practicing both names quite a bit. The other day I asked her to say Baby ______ (insert girl name) and she said “No way! Baby ________” (insert boy name) so obviously she is on the same page as me and thinks it’ll be a boy. Although she still calls it her sister a lot. So, yeah. She clearly has no clue.
Evan and I are both getting so excited anticipating the birth of this baby. We are so anxious to meet the little creature and figure out this family of four kind of thing.
Soon enough. Soon enough.