The other day my Schwiegermutter said that she thinks my belly looks different, and that the baby has started to move lower. At first I wasn’t convinced that anything was different, but then I started thinking about the fact that my heartburn (which had been almost incessant) had been quite a bit better in the last few days. It wasn’t triggered by absolutely everything, and I could actually start sleeping on my side without being propped up for the first time in a month in a half! :D
In other news, I believe I’ve started doing “the waddle”. I’ve gone out with Fabian a few times in the last two weeks, and I’ve noticed that I really can’t walk as fast, and that it’s much more comfortable to walk with my feet farther apart. I saw my reflection when I walked past a shop window yesterday, and I think I look awfully silly. Man alive, I really feel like an 80-year-old woman.
I went to the doctor again today. It was an extra long appointment because I spent a ton of time waiting. I had to give blood twice (once to check my iron and once for final blood tests), and I got to listen to baby’s heartbeat again—it beats so fast and sounds like a horse galloping. :)
It had been a month since I’d had an ultrasound, and I wanted to know how big Baby is. I learned that development is on track for 35-36 weeks, and that the baby weighs 5.5 pounds (2500 g)! I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty happy it’s a relatively tiny baby, and that it probably won’t end up weighing more than 7.5 pounds at birth. Henriette watched the ultrasound with me, and she was so excited! She’s decided that the baby has my hair and my nose. (No actual evidence, but she’s convinced!)
Now, I need to work up some motivation to get the rest of my work done for the day…
In other news, I believe I’ve started doing “the waddle”. I’ve gone out with Fabian a few times in the last two weeks, and I’ve noticed that I really can’t walk as fast, and that it’s much more comfortable to walk with my feet farther apart. I saw my reflection when I walked past a shop window yesterday, and I think I look awfully silly. Man alive, I really feel like an 80-year-old woman.
I went to the doctor again today. It was an extra long appointment because I spent a ton of time waiting. I had to give blood twice (once to check my iron and once for final blood tests), and I got to listen to baby’s heartbeat again—it beats so fast and sounds like a horse galloping. :)
It had been a month since I’d had an ultrasound, and I wanted to know how big Baby is. I learned that development is on track for 35-36 weeks, and that the baby weighs 5.5 pounds (2500 g)! I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty happy it’s a relatively tiny baby, and that it probably won’t end up weighing more than 7.5 pounds at birth. Henriette watched the ultrasound with me, and she was so excited! She’s decided that the baby has my hair and my nose. (No actual evidence, but she’s convinced!)
Now, I need to work up some motivation to get the rest of my work done for the day…
Now is the time where you keep trying to imagine what it will be like, and no matter how hard you think about it, it's impossible to understand until it happens!
ReplyDeleteI'm getting anxious for this baby to come, and I'm only a bystander! :)