And really into week 35!
We have been very busy preparing for the arrival of our not-so-little-anymore Bump.
Everyone keeps asking me how I feel, and they all get the same answer:
I feel like she’s going to fall out at any minute. Seriously, I feel like I’m leaving a trail of something behind me. It’s the strangest feeling.
Some other things-
Every day I think I set a new personal record for the amount of times I pee.
I wish I would’ve kept a count on how many tums I’ve chewed. Going from never having heartburn to having it rage 24 hours a day has been a real treat. You know those giant bottles of tums from Costco? I think I’m on my third one, and that doesn’t count the small bottles that I bought before I realized the giant ones were in existence.
Walking up stairs hurts. Her big head is pressing on my undercarriage.
Everytime she moves in there Matt and I love to feel her. I’m really trying to cherish every moment, because she won’t be in for much longer and I know I’ll miss her little hiccups, her heels in my ribs, and playing the push and push back game with her.
I’m really quite amazed at my body and what it’s capable of. I never understood what my friends were going through with their pregnancies, but I do now. It is really the scariest, most amazing thing I’ve ever done. When I think I can’t take one more day of it I just remember how scared I was when I thought we were losing her at just 5 weeks. I remember how terrified I was watching and hoping on the screen at the fetal specialists office when her spine appeared blurry and they were throwing out scary words like spina bifida. Then I remember hearing the words over and over again that make me feel so good.
Perfect. She’s perfect.
We have a healthy baby when so many others don’t. That really is worth all the heartburn and sleepless nights. It’s worth 9 months of pants that don’t button and bras and panties that aren’t particularly cute. It’s worth looking and feeling like a beached whale. It’s worth all the worry and insecurities about how we’ll take care of her.
We took our hospital tour yesterday.
I am very happy with our choice of hospitals. Northside in atlanta delivers more babies than any other hospital in the country. They also have a level 3 NICU, so in the event of anything going wrong our baby will have the best care. The staff is friendly and attentive and I’m very comfortable there. During the tour I got choked up a few times. I was imagining Matt holding her and our family coming to meet her. It all seems surreal at this point. I’m really getting excited.
We went to my cousins surprise 40th birthday party this weekend. Here are some pictures. Pay attention to my aunt in the black and white. She’s pushing 60. Doesn’t age! I hope I get those genes.
I was the only sober person there, which was hilarious. Everyone kept noticing that I was huge pregnant and they were either telling me to sit down or they were offering to go get me a drink or something to eat. Bump had lots of yummy party food, even if she missed out on the beer.
So that’s my update. As we continue to prepare for her arrival I’ll try to blog more, I promise. I’m enjoying my little family of 2 (and a chihuahua) for just a little while longer.
