I was just typing a baby update to a friend and I couldn't remember some details that I wanted to share with her. I thought, oh, I posted about that on my blog so I'll just go there and check ... and alas, I had not. That's one good thing about blogging - it helps you remember important details that you want to share with others!
So, I guess I just realized that blogging about the baby details and updates is a way for me to remember this pregnancy (since I'm a terrible journaler and scrapbooker). :)
I've officially reached another milestone -- Trimester Numero 3. The last one. The final trimester. The "oh, my gosh this is really going to happen, isn't it?" trimester.
Week 29 is upon us. Only 11 more weeks to go.
Excuse me while I go wipe my sweaty palms and calm my racing heart. All of a sudden I can't breathe anymore.
Wait. Hold on.
That's just my 2.25 lb baby pushing up on my lungs. No wonder I can't breathe. Speaking of pushing up on lungs, I see now why it's recommended that you don't travel after a certain point in a pregnancy. It's rough. Being strapped in an airline for 3 hours and having a large dude sitting next to you, taking up more than his share of the row, isn't so fun. Taking off and landing is different -- I really did have a hard time getting a good deep breath while my wee lad was flailing wildly, taking up more than his allotted room in my abdominal cavity! :)
Anyways. Moving on. I had a check-up right before we left for the holidays. It was also my glucose screening test. The results were I was 5 points higher than the "Pass" rate, but my doctor still went ahead and passed me. She's cool like that. And the orange drink really wasn't all that awful!
I feel large and bulky. And I'm not entirely sure why because I'm not that big. Technically, I've only put on 6 lbs -- 5 since my last appointment at week 23. (Really, it's 11 lbs, but since I lost 5 in the first trimester, the 6 starts from my pre-pregnancy weight).
Right now, I'm watching my stomach move in ways I didn't ever know was possible without me having any control over it. Come to think about it, I don't think I could move it like that if I wanted to. This guy is A.C.T.I.V.E. He's also developed hiccups, which, really, are quite precious. I try to picture him, curled up inside, with his barely-opened eyelids (which can detect light at this point) having baby hiccups. It makes me want to hold him and kiss his not so fat face.
After my appointment next week, I begin going every 2 weeks. Like that doesn't make me nervous at all. Nope. Not in the least.
[gulp]
Oh, how I LIE!!!!
I rely on my Truth Cards that sit on my desk to provide strength and comfort for when I feel nervous about having a baby. For the past few months, I've read Ps. 18:2 numerous times a day -- The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
And that's the baby update.
3 comments:
I can't tell if this will help, or not help, but I'm nervous too, and that's after 4 other ones. I say to myself, "how dum, Heather, you've done this before, you'll do it again." Maybe I could just skip over those hours of baby delivery...but just look at how many people are in the whole world -- and their mothers had to give birth! so maybe it's not really a big deal....
NOW you are making me nervous.
G Ma S
Whenever the task of being a mommy feels incredibly overwhelming to me I reflect on Isaiah 40:11, "He tends His flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart; He gently leads those that have young." How wonderful that we have a God that gently leads those that have young! :)
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