As I get closer to the end of my pregnancy... only 10 weeks left but who's counting... I'm having more and more emotions come to the surface. Mainly I'm pretty much terrified at the thought of physically having this baby. I know, I know... millions of women do this all this time, but I am so scared at the thought of pushing this human being out of my body. YIKES! Dan has been really good about giving me encouraging words and promising that he will be right by my side the entire time, which does help with my anxiety (a little bit).
I have increasingly become more uncomfortable and frustrated as time passes. I hate how extremely exhausted I feel all the time, how I can't physically do what I use to, how shaving my legs is almost impossible, how I just plain hurt all over, how I'm suffering from horrible acid reflux, how I have to pee constantly... and the list goes on. I know it's all part of being pregnant and this is something I wanted and feel blessed to be capable of, but it has been a really hard adjustment for me recently when I'm use to living a different way. I also am having a really hard time wrapping my head around that I no longer have any usable muscles in my stomach. My brain can tell my stomach muscles to flex, but there is nothing there to do so. It's a very odd feeling to me. And how long will it take me to get myself back into shape? I'm already looking into the next 5K I can run this summer!
Yes, I'm complaining... and truly I shouldn't be because in the grand scheme of things I have had an easy and healthy pregnancy so far. Life is good and God has blessed me a thousand times over with this amazing experience. I need to soak in every moment that I have because one day I'll look back and wonder where the time went. I am truly grateful even though I may sound like a Negative Nancy.
My sweet Remi Bear saying hello to his baby brother or sister! Goodness I love this dog!
Anyways... back to the stuff you might want to hear about. Currently, our June Bug is the size of a cabbage and weighing in at about 3 lbs. The baby will double or even triple in size up to my due date. When the baby moves... boy do I know it!!! I usually feel it mostly during the evening time when I'm settling down from a long day. It's nice to lay beside Dan and have him feel all the jabs I'm getting. I had my glucose test several weeks ago and passed all my labs just fine, which I was so thankful for because several of my friends who have had babies have not. More recently, I had an appointment and the baby's heartbeat was 158 and I'm measuring right on target. Currently, I have only gained 22 pounds, but it sure feels like a lot more to me. The doctor asked me if I had been having any contractions (which I have been since 5 months along, but they are just Braxton Hicks) and told me that if I start having really hard ones that I need to rest for an hour and if they continue then come in. There has been a lot of talk about pediatricians, touring the hospital, classes I could take, etc. Since I have not been having any problems I will have my next ultrasound at 36 weeks just to ensure there are no surprises before the baby is born and that the head is down.
Other than that, my parents have been a big help with assisting us in arranging the nursery, assembling the crib, and moving all sorts of furniture around since I'm pretty worthless with lifting anything at this point. For the most part Dan and I have things where we want them to go, we just need to hang shelving and pictures up to finish it up. I'm sure there will be a nursery post come along when we are ready to show it off.
I think that is all the news I have to share with you right now. The time is getting closer and closer so I will try to make sure to update you as I find things out along the way.
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