I saw the perinatologist today. Nothing really got a firm date put on it. Which makes me a bit twitchy because I really like to know and plan. Her and my OB seem to be lacking in communication together.
I’d forgotten the closer/not close enough feeling I had with Bella. The anticipation of a giant life change right around the corner but really still a bit away. Obviously I don’t want the baby to come now, or anytime soon, but knowing I *could* know a date –
so many knows to know.
What I did learn today was this: unless I go into labor before 37 weeks or after the cerclage is out (at 37) I’ll be induced at 38. I’ve already talked about the reasons why so I won’t rehash, but risk wise they work for me and they’re the best for the medications I’m on. My goal is still healthy baby, healthy me. Not the perfect birth.
And to be treated like a human this time. That one ranks up there.
Baby is doing great. Some of you have asked if we will announce his name before birth – and no. We thought we might, but we’re so close now we just want to keep it to close friends/family till the big day. I love his name and can’t wait to start writing it on here.
I’ve had a 27, 29, and this 32 week ultrasound that showed him weighing at nearly 2.14, 3.11, and now 5lbs. He is a chunk and a half. His measurements are all 1-2 weeks ahead as well. Thankful for this with him. Bella was small, the twins were small for their gestational age – having a bigger baby is a blessing. I may not feel that way immediately after birth 😉 but I know it is.
We have the essentials for him, although with moving looming ahead I have no idea how to organize diapers/clothes/etc so that it’s accessible but not in the way. Small bins? His stuff is all in our room and will stay there as our third bedroom is for boxes right now.
Bella is so excited to be a big sister to him. She talks to my stomach all the time, loves to play with him as he moves around. We read books on babies and I talk with her a lot about what to expect. Crying, feeding, tired mommy, happy, cute clothes, what she can help with – both Sam and I try to be realistic so the full impact of having him here doesn’t hit her quite as hard. I don’t know if it will work, but we tried.
I’ve begun cleaning out things and sorting for the move. I tend to look around at all.the.stuff and get overwhelmed thinking about doing this again. It should be fairly routine right now. In my 10 years of marriage to Sam this will be my 10th move. Geez. I just counted that one out and had to think twice if it was right. Some were just me, but still. Each time I’ve done the majority of it while he’s at work. The army will do most this time, I’m not sure what to expect with that one.
I just tell myself over and over, “We survived here. We thrived here. 2 years. Everything went wrong at first. We can do this.” I know we totally can. I am trying to look at this as an adventure, as something wonderful God has in store for us, as two of the biggest events in our life collide.
However, if I end up in another motel in North Carolina with bedsheets that match the curtains, screaming tribes of teens doing rain chants, 108* weather, 3 cats, a dog, a newborn and a preschooler?
Someone is going down.