Well hello there, week 30. Not sure how you got here so quickly.
We’re rockin’ and rollin’ right along! The calendar says 10 more weeks until little baby blesses us with his/her presence, but me and the Farmer’s Almanac are looking more along the lines of 8-9 weeks. Also, if we’re going by genetics, my mom was early with both my brother and me. So unless this baby is just suuuuper comfy in there (which I can’t imagine because my torso is definitely not the longest thing on the block (pooch-lyfe 4-ever), or if it just doesn’t want to come into this world (which I could get on board with), Reese and I are both thinking June baby.
Then again, I could be jinxing everything right now and with my luck I’ll be pregnant forever. Even past our July 8 due date and the July 16 closing of the Medical Center’s Labor & Delivery unit. Jussst watch. This little turd is going to think it’s funny and make us all endure that.
And when I say “us” I mean me, Reese, and the rest of the world. Because I can already guarantee I will be less than pleasant. Sorry in advance.
I think we can go ahead and say this child has it’s father’s sleeping patterns. I’ve always been an early riser, but little nugget wakes to wake up and have a kickboxing match around 11:00 am. And when I’m trying to go to bed at a decent hour, it’s at it again. Why revolt against a 9:00 bedtime like that? That’s a very Reese-y thing to do.
Little update on how things are going:
- I’ve only puked a few more times. WHOO! Not sure if we can attribute this to morning sickness resurfacing in the Third Trimestor (I’m revolting against whoever dubbed this “morning sickness”, because it sure doesn’t stop at 11:00 am when the morning is technically over with.), or a stomach bug. It reminded me of a little trip we took to Fredericksburg in November when I was leaving little treats in people’s yards and winery parking lots. And that certainly wasn’t a stomach bug.
- The nursery has a pack-n-play! Yay! Crib, no. Pack-n-play, yes! And that’s what the little nugget will be staying in at first anyways when we all get to be roomies, so I’d say we’re golden.
- Pediatrician recommendations? This is hard. If you have a great one hit a girl up! Brenham or College Station – whatevs! Note: not someone who will always directly resort to writing a prescription. I’m a firm believer medicine is NOT always the answer.
- People smile at you more in the grocery store when you’ve got a big ole’ spare tire around your mid-section. Especially grannies and grandpas. Make. Me. Melt.
- Speaking of the grocery store: the other day I was feeling extra large and extra nauseas and extra pregnant. [My RE/MAX shirts are officially too short and you can see belly between the end of the shirt and my jeans; it gives a nice draft. But you know what? I wasn’t having it that morning and wore it anyways. ] I pushed my cart back to the car and when I was unloading my grocery bags a box flew out somehow and landed on the ground and I legit almost cried. It was so far away. After a moment of just staring at it and hoping my Sabrina powers would kick-in and I could have the ability to pick it up with my eyes, I did finally squat down and get the dumb box. Of course it was a box of tea that wasn’t even on my shopping list but I had a coupon.
- Car seats are hard. The issue is probably just the backseat of my car – which is a pain in itself – but why is it so difficult?
- Kate Middleton had her baby! I like to pretend that everyone was watching the live feed of her and William making their grand appearance like I was. And actually, I was going to wear the exact same red dress and heals that she did when we left the hospital, but now that she already wore it I’ll have re-think it all. We all know how much I love to get dressed up and fix my hair, but I may have to resort to a moo-moo for that day. That and my adult diapers and slippers with rubber grips on the bottom. Looking and feeling hotter than ever before! 😉 Also, was I the only one who was squeezing my legs together with every step that poor woman had to take down those stairs in her high heels when they left the hospital and got into the car?! I can’t be. Yiiiikes!!!
Maybe next time we talk we’ll have our nursery to 15% completion rather than 10%…tehe.