There is something very satisfying and nervewracking about hitting the 30 week mark in the pregnancy. I think it finally gives you a sense of being in the home stretch and there is a lot that goes along with it.... Weeks 1-6 are fun and exciting because you just found out that you're pregnant and it's fun to dream about the new little person growing inside of you. Weeks 7-16 is when reality sets in and you feel like you got run over by a bus; not so much fun anymore. Weeks 17-22 are exciting all over again because you start to feel the baby move and you find out the sex of the baby. Weeks 22-29 aren't so shabby because you still feel great and you start to look pregnant. You forget about being so sick in the beginning and you don't quite yet remember or know how uncomfortable it is in the end. Then week 30 hits and you think, "holy cow! What in the world happened to the last 7 1/2 months of my life?!?!". And the list of things that needs to be done starts playing itself over and over in your mind. "Where is the baby going to sleep? His clothes are all packed away in the garage! Where is the baby bathtub? Does the bouncer seat still work okay?" and so on and so forth. But mainly, it's excitement about making it to 30 weeks without any major complications (especially in my case) and knowing that the baby's arrival is right around the corner. Wow, 30 weeks. Where has the time gone?
According to Baby Center, the baby is about 15 1/2 inches long and weighs about 3 pounds right now. Did I also mention that research shows that pregnant women experience forgetfulness 15 percent more than nonpregnant women? Maybe managing a major project at work and studying for my PMP exam and getting ready for this baby all at the same time isn't such a good idea! Yesterday I think my brain had an overload because it was the first "almost breakdown" that I have had. I have actually been pretty proud of myself about keeping my cool and keeping stress to a minimum. I felt like I had been really nice to Paul and Allison for the last couple of weeks and patient and level headed about everything going on with my project at work. I call my event yesterday an "almost breakdown" because I didn't cry or scream or completely fall apart. I just had an internal anxiety attack and after some time spent by myself working through it and continually telling myself that everything doesn't have the be PERFECT, I was okay. Today was much better. I feel normal again. But there goes my record for being "nice" :-) Thankfully Paul and Allison understand and just ignore me. Smart people.
The baby continues to stay put. My doctor is optimistic and thinks the whole going into labor thing will be different this time. In other words, he doesn't think my water will randomly break at 34 weeks. This may sound weird but quite honestly, I sort of wanted that to happen again -- when Paul was around so he could experience it first hand. It was quite the experience, let me tell you. So here's the plan of action: (1) we schedule a c-section for some time around May 12th and I plan to go in and have the baby then, (2) the stitches come out some time around the week of April 20th and we see what happens, (3) if all else fails and I go into labor on my own then I immediately go to the hospital to have the stitches taken out and have a c-section.
That's the latest and greatest from the diaries of a pregnant girl on bed rest... Starting to get a little tired of the scenery in our bedroom. Might be time to redecorate after the baby is born!
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