Holy smokes! Only 10 more weeks to go. Ten weeks is still a pretty decent amount of time, but it’s definitely a weird feeling to know that I could technically have this kid early and then we’re looking at even less time left!
At 30 weeks, Eli is about 15.7 inches long and weights almost three pounds! He’s about the size of a “good-sized head of cabbage”. Or, based on a different website I found, about the size of a small Yorkshire Terrier.
As for the update:
He is starting to shed his lanugo—the downy hair that was covering his skin. Now that he’s chubbier and better able to regulate his body temp, he doesn’t need to sport a fur coat 24/7. At week 30 of pregnancy, he can pee about a half a liter into the amniotic fluid every day! He is starting to fill out now and will be gaining about 1/2 pound per week!
Nice. He’s peeing inside me AND the rapid weight gain on my part is inevitable. Everything I read keeps saying that I won’t feel him move as much since he’s taking up more room, but I feel him now more than ever. Just last night, I was trying to go to sleep, but he was having another one of his dance parties. Dave could feel his feet (or hands) distinctly, and when Dave poked Eli, Eli kicked back. They had fun doing that for about 15 minutes. Craziness.
And now for this week’s survey:
How far along? 30 weeks
Total Weight Gain/Loss? +14.5 pounds.
Maternity Clothes? Still fitting in some regular shirts now that the weather is warming up a little and I can look past sweaters!
Stretch Marks? Nope! Although I’m becoming obsessed and putting on lotion a lot…even though I know it’s mostly based on genetics.
Sleep? Sleeping isn’t bad yet. I get up about once per night to pee, but I fall back asleep quickly.
Best moment this week? Booking our trip to Charleston! Can’t wait for the chocolate pudding!!
Cravings? Still loving fruits and the craving for sweets has cranked up a notch.
Gender: All BOY! (This question is stupid.)
Labor Signs? Please, oh please, just let me get through the Charleston trip. After that, I’m okay with whatever (as long as Eli is healthy). Ma is already predicting an early arrival.
Belly Button in or out? In.
What I miss: Last week it was wearing heels, so this weekend I went out and bought some one inch wedges to wear. Problem solved. Newest thing I miss is regular jeans. I really, really dislike maternity jeans. I constantly have to hike them up.
What I am looking forward to: Let’s see…Charleston trip! Seeing our maternity portraits! Warm weather!
Weekly Wisdom: Buy the extra box of Girl Scout cookies.
Can I just take a second to say something? I keep reading and hearing that these last few weeks will be hard, and that I’ll feel bad, and that I’ll be so ready to get this baby out of me that I can’t stand it. Some folks I know (and blogs I read) are already counting down the weeks until they get to meet their babies. Sure, I’m counting down, but it’s not the same. Actually, the closer I get to my due date, (and I know this sounds weird) the sadder I get in a way. I have really enjoyed being pregnant. I have liked everything about it…mostly I’ve enjoyed knowing this child unlike anybody else can. Feeling him move makes me happy on even the worst days.
Don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait to meet this kid. Well, sort of. I’m actually scared to death. Not so much of labor and delivery, but of what will happen to our lives after he’s here. I haven’t wrapped my brain around the idea of having a kid yet. I know that we’ll know love like we’ve never know it before and that it’s the best time of our lives; people keep telling me that. But EVERYTHING changes. Everything. All our routines. Lord knows I love a routine. And it’s the stupid things I’m worried about. What if he ruins our new recliner 3 years down the road with a Sharpie (which, of course, is the one thing the warranty won’t cover)? Where on earth am I going to fit all his bottles and stuff in the kitchen? How will I ever keep up with the laundry that I already struggle with? How am I going to handle feeding a kid every 1-3 hours nonstop? Dude, going back to work is going to suck (partly because I know it’ll be hard leaving him and partly because I H.A.T.E. getting behind at work). How am I going to stick to a schedule when I can’t even make myself go to the grocery store every weekend?
Anyhoo, enough of all that. Long story short, just like most first time moms, I’m super excited and scared to death at the same time. I’ll get over it!
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