Life in the Making:: 30 Weeks

How is it that I am just a few days from being 7 months pregnant?

7 months?

The time is zipping by and before we know it our baby girl will be here.

With every passing day I get more excited

and feel more overwhelmed that I am being entrusted with this child.

Blessed has truly become the word of this pregnancy.

I must think how blessed I am a hundred times a day.

But there are the realities of pregnancy, despite the overwhelming gratitude.

Overall, I am feeling good.

I am starting to understand the pains of pregnancy more and more.

My biggest complaint in the last month?

My right ribs - ouch!

I am fairly certain that she isn't kicking it - just hanging out right up against it.

Constantly.

Sitting has become less and less comfortable for this reason.

Yesterday James told me that I, "need to tell her who is boss."

I think he is in for a rude awakening that she is now boss.

She is getting more and more feisty.

I think it must be because she is squished in there.

Her kicks have changed from hard and little to feeling like an elbow or bum is going to pop out of my skin.

She is also moving more frequently.

James loves feeling her move.

He even had our friends feel it the other day.

I love how proud he already is.

I think we are set on a name.

We have basically been set since day one - I just have a hard time letting people call my belly a name.

We are still working on the middle name

We will see what she comes on as.

I had my 30 week doctors appointment today.

I don't think I will ever get tired of hearing that little heart beat coming out of my belly.

What a miracle.

I now go to the doctor every 2 weeks for 3 visits - and then every week.

I know this will make time fly by.

I had the 2 hour glucose test on Friday.

I begged the nurse to let me eat a candy bar instead of drinking the juice.

Obviously that was a no-go.

I found out today that I passed. Hallelujah!

But I am still slightly anemic.

I have eaten enough beets and spinach to nearly kill a person.

I guess I will have to get to the vitamins now.

I am measuring right on the money as the doctor put it.

He pushed around on my ribs and said that the only people that don't have rib pain are 6'7.

He then looked at me, smiled and said - how tall are you again.

We both had a good chuckle - I guess my height dooms me to rib pain.

I should probably just toughen up.

I am grateful for my short happy visits at this point.

Can't complain.

I will be the first to admit that in the beginning I was a little overly concerned with weight gain.

I used to dread going to the doctor for fear of stepping onto that scale.

Lets be honest, it is one of the most talked about parts of this growing a baby bit.

Now, at 7 months I look back and laugh at my vein, naive concerns.

I love that belly of mine and so does James.

Weight gain is all part of it.

I eat healthy when it sounds good.

I give in to unhealthy cravings more often than I should.

I try to spin once or twice a week - but sometimes fail miserably.

I eat when I am hungry, which on occasion is all day.

But I am on track to GAIN my goal weight.

Yes, gaining is the goal. Gasp.

{A goal that doesn't take much work}

Is it hard to watch that scale slowly creep up? Yes.

Do I laugh when I try to squeeze into jeans 

or use that belly band to hold my pants together.

Absolutely.

But for the first time in my life I am a-ok with it.

Maybe its part of my deepest desires to have a positive body image to help this little girl do the same.

Or maybe its just what pregnancy does to you.

Either way I know its beautiful and meant to be.

Baby prep.

I am still slow at making decisions.

There is just so much research to do.

And to be honest, I will probably never master these safety ratings.

For now, suggestions from friends and family is doing the trick.

Thanks to your comments I decided on a carseat, crib and stroller.

Yay! That is progress for me.

Now I am looking at my piles of clothes and wondering if I have enough or way too much for some ages.

How many outfits should I have for each age?

Any diaper bag suggestions or tips?

Of course I have my eye on a few, 

but I am trying to be realistic and practical.

Your suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

Before I left for my shower James and I lay awake talking about how our life is about to change forever.

With all the hub bub of a shower, registering, bumper pads, sheets etc etc

it seems that the important things get over looked.

The important thing isn't the color of her bedding or how many outfits she has.

What is important is this life and perfect spirit that is coming into our home.

Over the past few weeks all I can think about is the delivery room

and seeing James hold our little piece of heaven.

My heart swoons over the thought of our growing family.

I am fairly certain that we are already obsessed with this little munchkin.