Every two weeks seems about right, right? I mean, that's how quick things are going these days. Before I know it it's time for another appointment, which hello, after 36 weeks I start going every week. Which means we're gettin' really close here and it's maybe starting to freak me out.
That's how I felt actually, until yesterday at exactlly 34 weeks and I realized I still have another six weeks to go. Six weeks!? That seems like an eternity! Six weeks means I'm going to get a lot bigger, and I'm already kinda back to that, how will my skin ever stretch any further than it already has? stage.
Ridiculous, I know, because hello! Six weeks! And I've already done this before. I should know better.
Baby is 18ish inches, 4.5ish pounds. Give or take whatever. I've really not paid attention to all that stuff this time, because really, who knows? Wyatt was 9 days late and only 6 lbs 5 oz. It's anybody's guess right now how big this kid is in there. She's certainly making herself known, and always and the most fun times, right when I wake up (so there's almost no chance of falling back asleep) and right when I'm laying down at night (so there's no chance of falling asleep quickly). And of course, all day in between. It's reassuring, though. The girl's got some pep in her. She's particularly fond of pushing from both ends when she's lying sideways. Sometimes alternating, so I feel like a bongo drum.
Not much else is going on, or has changed, except hello, I actually went walking this last week, and lived to tell the tale. We've been on a new bike & running trail near our home in the evenings to let Wyatt get some extra practice on his bike and I've been walking behind the boys while they ride. They go about 2 miles and I end up going about a mile and a half. Not much, but not insignificant after being able to do almost nothing since 16 weeks. I even documented it, proof I did something.
We bought a dresser for the nursery, and the curtains I ordered came. I still have yet to pull out all the onesies and such, but I'll get there. I have a LOT of washing to do for this baby, and fun things, like washing the old infant carrier. Figuring out how to clean the rocker without ruining it. (It's cream....) And most likely, trying to get old stains out of white onesies. Thank heavens for Pinterest.
I'm starting to get sick of wearing (meaning fitting into) the same 5 shirts. I'm at a crossroads here, I don't have much time left to justify a lot of clothing purchases, but can I really be expected to wear these 5 shirts for 6 weeks straight? Nevermind that some of them are getting snug. I pulled out my old pregnancy clothes and discovered I liked almost none of them. Everything is so baggy! This pregnancy I've wanted more fitting clothes. I don't want to look or feel any larger than I am, but the fact is, there's not much room left in some of these shirts.
Not that shirt, but of course it's a long sleeve, as fate would have it.
At my appointment this week I asked my doctor what he thought about plane travel...because we have a trip planned next week. A partial business trip, partial pleasure trip, up to Oregon. As a recap, Caleb's business partner just so happens to be married to one of my best friends so sometimes things like this work out well for us. A trip for the boys to sit down and make some future plans, and also to celebrate a great accomplishment for them, paying off their first franchise. 7 long years of hardwork! They deserve a little celebration I think. Of course, their idea of celebration is slightly different than mine, but I guess frisbee golf can do that to a guy. It's been awhile since Wyatt's flown somewhere, (I guess that's all relative, but his 3 year old self is used to flying often!) and he's super excited.
I asked the doctors opinion and he gave me the okay, after checking me for my own peace of mind. (I sent Wyatt and Cabe out of the room - I have a few memories around his age, and I don't want something like THAT to be one of his) Just barely started to dilate! In other words, I should be good.
This bump gets to go to Oregon to visit Abby and her bump.
Hoping to not re-live the cankles that attacked me the last time I flew. Scroll to the end for the horror. If you dare.