Saturday, June 21, 2014
Okay, so almost 32...going off the date the doctor originally gave me week 32 officially starts Monday. Anyhow...I'm still hanging in there! It's awesome. I'm proving that short, pudgy little fertility doctor I spent thousands of dollars on 2005 that told me I would NEVER have children wrong!!! I have total baby brain and it's all I think, talk, day dream...etc. about because I waited until 30 weeks to actually start buying things and trying to get stuff I need.
The high risk specialist I was sent to by my doctor for a second opinion released me from his care and back to my regular ob/gyn because "Everything is going perfectly normal and baby is healthy, very active, and old enough to survive should any problems arise." Though they still have me on medications to prevent preterm labor...that statement put me into a state of awe because it made it all official that basically no matter what now I will have baby.
After all the struggle, worry, and bed rest I've gone through during this...honestly there were lots of times I wondered if I'd make it this far. Now that I am this far it's both miserable and amazing all at the same time. The adorable little flitters from weeks ago have turned into giant pokes and a bouncing belly. I can't really walk anymore as I'm still having hip problems (symphysis pubic dysfunction kicked in around 19 weeks)...but I hobble/waddle with style for short distances. My asthma has decided to rage with the increased pressure on my lungs so I wheeze something horrible when I do any activity. But, all in all I couldn't be happier about the fact that I feel like my poor body is falling apart.
I'm also coming to terms with the fact I weigh 30 pounds more now than I did when I got those positive test results in December. This last month I lost 3 pounds not even trying and I was concerned with that but, baby still managed to gain over a pound himself and my doctor said because I was overweight to start with a pound or two a month loss in these last weeks isn't going to hurt anyone. I'm glad he thinks that because I can't stand eating anymore...with the exception of certain days when I want to eat the house despite feeling like I'll bust a gut.
The weight is well worth it. I've still got time to go but, now that I'm finally doing all the things most pregnant woman start doing in the beginning I feel like I'm running out of time. My baby quilt is almost ready to be put together and quilted and then...there are cloth diapers, a car seat cover, burp cloths, and a few other things to be sewn in the next few weeks. The nursery isn't even getting painted before he gets here because I just can't move like that. Well, off to use my arm cycle for some exercise and then back to work on the blanket...