As I mentioned early this week, I hit the 30-week mark on Tuesday. Thirty! That number starts with a three! That means the end is really getting near, my friends. Only 10 more weeks to go. Here's how I'm looking these days:
Me at 30 weeks
Because I did a belly progress comparison at 20 weeks, I figured I may as well do it again at 30 weeks. So here's how things change over the course of 10 weeks:
In the first two pictures, I was wearing the same shirt to give a better comparison. This time around I am clearly wearing something different, and for rather obvious reasons. I just don't think that poor black turtleneck was up to this challenge. It was already giving its all at 20 weeks, the poor thing!
Looking at those pictures is crazy to me. Even crazier is trying to imagine what I'm going to look like in another 10 weeks. Where is this giant baby going to go?
Speaking of the giant baby, I did speak to my doctor this week about the results of our last ultrasound, as well as the fetal echocardiogram we had done to check on her heart. The doctor was very pleased that her heart looked perfect and her kidneys were no longer "plump," although she did mention that now it appears the baby is "plump" as a whole. She didn't seem concerned, and even told us that the follow-up ultrasound the tech had recommended for next week (to once again check Baby Girl's size) just isn't necessary. I'll have another ultrasound at 38 weeks to check both size and position (as of now, Baby Girl is head down), so there is no point in figuring out her size at 33 weeks, too - all that can do is add stress and worry, but it won't change our course of action for the rest of the pregnancy. She measured my belly and said her feeling now is that although Baby Girl may be born slightly large (8 lbs, perhaps), she doesn't think I'm in danger of ending up with a 10-pounder or anything. PHEW. She also didn't seem at all interested in talking about inducing before the due date because of baby's size, or defaulting to a cesarean section, or those sorts of things, which were things I had been worried about. So that was a relief.
I do think Baby Girl is doing her best to burn off those calories and slim down, though. She moves ALL THE TIME. I mean, she gets violent. My whole belly moves and sometimes it's fairly uncomfortable. She still does love to nestle into my ribs, and lately she has also discovered the fun of kicking my bladder. I'm glad she's entertaining herself, at least.
I have also decided that she is a Darren Criss fan. One of the first times I felt her move (not the first, but probably the second or third), I was listening to The Warblers' version of "Teenage Dream." Then, she just loved How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying this week. She was jumping and jiving through the whole thing. And if I tried to rest my hands or my arms on my belly at all, she would start kicking my offending body part right away. I like to imagine she was saying, "Mom, get off! You're muffling the sound! I can't hear Darren!" I hear ya, Baby Girl. My apologies.
In other news, two men have offered me seats on the train since my last update about that sort of thing! Maybe chivalry isn't completely dead after all?
I have also started to get lots more comments about my belly - people seem to feel comfortable asking me about it now, which is good, I suppose. Nobody likes to be in that "is she really pregnant or just fat" stage, so it's nice to know I have passed that. Although I did have the pleasure of being told by a woman in my office that I am "so much bigger" than her daughter-in-law who is pregnant with twins and due around the same time as me, which really is something every woman wants to hear, don't you think? I also officially had my first totally awkward belly touch (by a man in my office building) the other day. However, I have become a big fan of the evening concierge in the lobby of my office building, who asks me how I'm feeling every day and tells me I look beautiful regularly. Bless him.
We still don't have her full name decided. That is stressing me out.
I'm no longer seeing the doctor every month - now I've moved up in the world and will be going every two weeks. It was also strange to hear the doctor at this week's appointment start talking to me about keeping an eye out for labor pains. Wait, already?
I think that's about all the pregnancy thoughts currently jumbled around in my brain, except for the fact that I will be heading to Florida tonight for my baby shower tomorrow. I'm so excited to get down there to some warmer temperatures, and of course, to spend the weekend with so many of my favorite people. It's going to be fabulous!
Have a great weekend, everyone!