It’s the final countdown! Not really but that is how I’m looking at it. As things are winding down to single digits in reference to how many weeks are left, I’m hoping to make it to my due date. Listen, they say first-time moms deliver early but I don’t want to be that first-time mom. Baby boy needs to come on when we said he was going to come which is November 7th, 2018.
I find myself googling a lot of things as I prepare for the baby. Pinterest has become my best friend, purely because I want to do all these decor things and everyone is like slow your roll. to be honest, I just want to get things done when I still have time but I’ll wait. We’ll avoid a rushed project this way.
Let’s talk about week 30. This might be my favorite week because of all the movement. Our little guy loves to flip when I’m not doing anything and kick when he hears something that he likes.
How far along?
30 weeks — super delayed as I’m 31 weeks and six days as of September 11th.
Stuck on our two.
It’s not a fruit but zucchini. I feel like that contrasts with last week’s summer cantaloupe. But, what do I know?
How many months?
Are you showing?
He is flipping all the time. I feel him a lot when I wake up in the middle of the night and have to roll off my back. He kicks up a storm whenever I eat sweets — he’s probably telling me to stop.
Weight gain is depressing, to be honest.
Chocolate. I have a jar of Hershey kisses sitting on my desk that I keep stuffing my face with.
Proudly wearing mine and enjoying the stretch. I couldn’t fathom wearing something that suffocates me at this point.
Thighs are still suffering.
Belly button: in or out?
It’s staying in.
The mood this week?
Frazzled. I feel like I’m all over the place.
Insomnia has officially kicked in. More so, waking up in the middle of the night to flip off my back.
Heartburn is killing me, but I have Pepcid to get me through it. Doctor-approved, of course.
What’s left to do?
- Pack my bag
- Pack the diaper bag
- Call pediatrician
- Sanitize everything
- Have someone scrub my house good
We got a coming home outfit. That’s a good purchase because I had no idea what this guy was going to wear.
Closer and closer, we get! It’s getting a lot more real these days. Chase and I are getting things together after thinking we were slacking off. Also, we’re a good team when we tag-team things. If you want to take a look back at some of the things that I have written about the little man, check out my Motherhood tab: here. There isn’t too much, but it will be filled up soon, I guarantee.