…and counting. I can’t believe I am in my 30’s. The next is the 40’s and then the baby is born at that point (or very soon after). AH!
We have the crib up and I love, love, love it. I got the crib I wanted (from my favorite place, Pottery Barn) courtesy of my mom and step-dad. Now, we get to decorate, and I am so excited about that. Who cares that baby Henry will have to share a room with our home office and bookshelf. He’ll learn about hard work and the importance of literature at an early age. He will have his own little cute area, which is more than enough for an infant who will have the rest of the household to dominate.
Here’s our crib!
I am down to visiting the OB every two weeks. At today’s very quick appointment, I was told I need to pick a pediatrician. I asked the doc if she had any recommendations. “They’re all good,” she replied. Umm, ok. So I’ll just pick one at random and make sure they take my husband’s insurance. Easy enough. Don’t worry, I’m kidding. I know it’s an important decision. Just one I have no energy for right now.
I’ve only gained 15 pounds total so far. I am totally proud of myself for that since 4 pounds we know is baby and a few more is fluids. I still feel like a total land monster, but I like that after I give birth I will be less of a land monster. A mini land monster.
Henry is still moving around there like crazy and doing so more and more in the middle of the night. Last night, I woke up at 3 to use the bathroom and by the time I crawled back in bed, he was up and ready for action. It took me two hours to fall back asleep. I laid in bed and just talked him about stuff. I might have been exhausted, but I was just enjoying this time when it’s just the two of us. Feeling him move, while sometimes extremely uncomfortable, is also the best feeling in the world.
I’ll miss it after he’s born, I think.