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I am feeling gigantic these days. Bending over is like trying to plank on top of a basketball. For some reason, I feel much more pregnant at this point than I did with Rosemary at like 37+ weeks.  I panickly asked my OB if there was a massive baby inside me when she was doing the heartbeat and measurements at my appointment earlier this week. She assured me baby was measuring fine and right on track. And she laughed when I said that when I squat down (which I do a lot, given the toddler who likes to smash Lucky Charms into the carpet), it feels like a baby could just fall right out. Apparently that’s normal for second pregnancies. Phew.  In other news, I don’t have anemia, I passed my one-hour gestational diabetes test, and I have no more blood draws or tests and whatnot if everything continues healthily and normally. Still on track to have a VBAC, but I did ask what happens if I don’t go into labor on my own. Apparently, they will let me go two weeks past my due date, but no more. At that point, I would either be gently induced or they would schedule a c-section, depending on how favorable my body was for labor at that point. If I have the baby two weeks after my due date, that puts a birthday on February 29. How crazy would a little leap-year babe be!? When I think of my due date, I just automatically think past it, given my past experience with such timelnes. But, like I said, maybe it’ll just fall out on its own in a timely fashion while I’m retrieving blocks from under the sofa. Voila. Things are just chugging along, and I can’t believe how fast it’s all going. We have a hospital tour next week, and I’m excited to see the place. We have been stalled on names, but are getting excited to meet our kiddo. Twice this week, I’ve had strangers comment on my pregnancy, which means I might finally be looking obviously pregnant. Though, usually the comments are when I’m wrangling Rosemary into a shopping cart, and are along the lines of, “Wow, lady, you are going to have your hands full!” Full hands = better than empty ones. Bring it, week 30.

I am feeling gigantic these days. Bending over is like trying to plank on top of a basketball. For some reason, I feel much more pregnant at this point than I did with Rosemary at like 37+ weeks. 

I panickly asked my OB if there was a massive baby inside me when she was doing the heartbeat and measurements at my appointment earlier this week. She assured me baby was measuring fine and right on track. And she laughed when I said that when I squat down (which I do a lot, given the toddler who likes to smash Lucky Charms into the carpet), it feels like a baby could just fall right out. Apparently that’s normal for second pregnancies. Phew. 

In other news, I don’t have anemia, I passed my one-hour gestational diabetes test, and I have no more blood draws or tests and whatnot if everything continues healthily and normally. Still on track to have a VBAC, but I did ask what happens if I don’t go into labor on my own. Apparently, they will let me go two weeks past my due date, but no more. At that point, I would either be gently induced or they would schedule a c-section, depending on how favorable my body was for labor at that point. If I have the baby two weeks after my due date, that puts a birthday on February 29. How crazy would a little leap-year babe be!?

When I think of my due date, I just automatically think past it, given my past experience with such timelnes. But, like I said, maybe it’ll just fall out on its own in a timely fashion while I’m retrieving blocks from under the sofa. Voila.

Things are just chugging along, and I can’t believe how fast it’s all going. We have a hospital tour next week, and I’m excited to see the place. We have been stalled on names, but are getting excited to meet our kiddo. Twice this week, I’ve had strangers comment on my pregnancy, which means I might finally be looking obviously pregnant. Though, usually the comments are when I’m wrangling Rosemary into a shopping cart, and are along the lines of, “Wow, lady, you are going to have your hands full!”

Full hands = better than empty ones. Bring it, week 30.

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