33 weeks

I haven't much recently and I haven't been doing much commenting, although I am reading.  I just don't have much time with work and everything.

I'm 33 weeks as of yesterday.  I'm doing pretty well, except for rib pain.  Sometimes it feeling like Baby Blondie is trying to come out of my ribs, which as you can guess is not a particularly pleasant feeling.  It's sometimes hard to find a comfortable position to sit or whatever in.  Sitting in a car for long periods of time (anything longer than local drives) gets to be quite uncomfortable.

Last weekend, D worked on the nursery and got everything that we have so far organized and I've washed what we have so far clothes and towels-wise.  We have the big shower in Houston next week so once everything is put up from that shower, I'll post some pictures.

I'm still not sure I have my head wrapped around Baby Blondie most likely being a girl.  Part of it is how long we thought boy and we've also both imagined our first child as a boy even before I got pregnant.  D was so happy that the baby was a boy and I feel like I've disappointed him (yes, I realize that there's nothing that I did to make it happen or can do it change it).  I have little brothers, and I've mainly taken care of little boys as a nanny, so I really was excited about having a little boy first.  We aren't planning to find out in future pregnancies because of this experience.  It didn't help that the same appointment where we got the news that it could be a girl was the appointment where they were concerned about my fundal height being behind (everything is fine; the baby is actually measuring ahead).  I think that the worry about the growth has tainted my feelings about the baby being a girl.

D and I went to a wedding yesterday for some local friends.  It was a lot of fun and we danced a lot.  Weddings are the only place were D (after a couple drinks) lets his guard down and is willing to dance.

My progesterone is finally back in Zone 3 so I get a break from shots (was doing double shots since it was Zone 1) until my next draw.

I can't believe the baby will be here in about 2 months.

Ob appt

Quick update sent from email. My ob appt went well. Baby Blondie is
head down and measuring well. The head and thigh measured about a week
ahead and the tummy measured just under the dates. They estimate the
weight at 4 lb 11 oz although this could be off. The baby is looking
like a girl and this was the clearest view we've gotten.

More Crazy Body Stuff

In addition to the stress/craziness that I posted about yesterday, I got a call from PPVI that my progesterone went back to Zone 1 (I wonder if there is any relation).  Back to double shots and oral progesterone.  I'm ready for my body to work right.

OB Appt

I had my ob appt today at 30 weeks, 3 days.  My fundal measurement is only 28 cm and I didn't gain any weight in the last two weeks, so my ob wants me to have a measurement ultrasound at my next appointment which is in 2 weeks.  I'm trying not to worry too much about it; I called TCIE and she reassured me.  Plus, the baby is traverse and that can make the measurement a little smaller than it could be otherwise  The other thing that we found out at this appointment is that Baby Blondie may be a girl.  The position for all the other ultrasounds up to now made it so that we couldn't really check since the 16 week appointment.  I guess we'll be looking again at the next ultrasound in 2 weeks and see what the between the legs situation looks like.  It's just kind of weird since we've been calling the baby he and by the boy's name we picked out for about 14 weeks now.  We do have a girl's name picked out.

This week so far has been a bit stressful.  I couldn't find my requisition for progesterone draw so I had to call PPVI (twice) to get it faxed over.  I misplaced my Hypn.obabies book and spent a couple hours looking for it (D finally found it).  I thought that I locked myself out of my house, but I had actually just forgotten which door I went out.  Thankfully I've had the last few days off because I don't know if I could have dealt with everything and worked too.  Oh, and my mother sent me a text about something completely unimportant at 5 am and it woke both D and I up.