We are celebrating a nice and relaxing Father's day today after a lovely little baby shower yesterday. The shower was great and I got to see my good friends and family and of course stuff my face with enough food for about 10 people. It was a small little affair but it was perfect nonetheless. Third babies really don't need much and I know a lot of people frown upon showers for even second kids but it was so much fun getting to see everybody, honestly the presents were at the bottom of my list. Having the shower at my favorite restaurant was the best idea ever too, I didn't have to do a darn thing but show up! It was awesome. Highly recommend going that route.
This weekend has been a blast but I am exhausted from it all. Exhausting me isn't hard to do anymore though. This pregnancy has been tough and it's only getting tougher by the day but I try to stay positive and not let the crummy parts get me down. At our doctors appointments they always ask how I'm feeling and I just want to smack them. I feel like a bloated whale in the Sahara desert...that answer your question? You name the problem and I've got it. From heartburn to frequent painful contractions and everything in between. Just all part of this awesome little miracle of life thing though. Pregnancy: when you find it completely normal to be browsing the hemorrhoid cream aisle and buying bladder control pads. As fun as this whole thing has been I wouldn't trade it for the world. The little booger is happy and healthy so it's all worth it.
The last appointment had the heart rate at a lovely 150bpm and I'm even measuring just a smidge ahead. My weight gain so far has been minimal, a mere 10 pounds so far and considering my overweight status prior to pregnancy that's just about perfect. Booger is also head down and seems to be pretty comfy that way. I have a completely unfounded fear of a transverse or breech position so hearing the doctor confirm the proper position is comforting.
We get to do our last 3d/4d/hd whatever it is now scan on the 16th and I'm super excited to see what the baby looks like with some baby fat on their bones. The tech last time was awesome at not spilling the beans on gender so I have total confidence they won't ruin it this time. I had been going bonkers not knowing the gender but at this point I feel kind of like, well...I've waited this long...might as well.
I haven't been eagerly prepping as much as I did with the others. With Roxas I had the crib set up before the second trimester, Lucy it was around the middle of second trimester and this one...well...the co-sleeper is still in the shed. I did drag a spare dresser into our bedroom for the few baby clothes/blankies/diapers I have gathered but that's pretty much it. I'll probably start dragging stuff in and assembling things eventually. I am trying so hard not to get too eager beaver and think I'll go into labor any time before my due date, which is why I say 11 weeks left and not 9. If you count until my due date it's 9 weeks, if you count until 42 weeks it's 11. I was so anxious those last few weeks with the other two I drove myself mad. I'm trying to be relaxed and just assume the longest time frame. Anything sooner is a pleasant surprise. So far I'm actually doing quite well.
It helps that I make the worst pregnant lady ever. I don't listen worth anything to any "rules". I lift what I want, I eat what I want, and I essentially carry on as usual. My only change is I don't drink beer, which I miss. The doctor wants me to do kick counts every week and I can honestly say the kick count sheet she gave me two weeks ago is still folded up in my bag from the appointment. Due to my frequent and painful contractions I'm also supposed to rest and work as little as possible which is probably about as likely as a breezy 65 degree day in July. I figure they're good practice right? As long as baby is healthy I operate as per usual which drives other people absolutely nuts. I find some enjoyment in this though.
I am probably in some kind of denial that we are having a third baby relatively soon. It's almost July and I know those four weeks will fly by just like June. Then another 3 weeks and it will be the due date. Of course in my head I still insist we have lots and lots of time. I haven't even thought about labor and delivery beyond, "do I really have to do that again? Uhg. It sucks." Maybe once it's August I'll start admitting it will be soon, maybe.
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