31 Weeks! We are getting closer and closer to D-day, and I simply cannot wait. Not only because this pregnancy is kind of killing me, but because I have been DYING to meet our baby ever since the day we discovered we were pregnant, on December 22nd. It seems like a million years ago to me, but to Jeremy, the time has flown by (lucky him).
This week, the baby weighs somewhere around three and a half pounds and is probably 18 inches from head to toe. This means that she is getting pretty close to her birth length, but she needs to pack on a few more pounds before she comes tumbling into the world. Jeremy is actually more worried about premature birth than I am. Whenever he gets up close to my belly to talk to the baby these days, he tells her over and over to "Stay inside!" Luckily, she has a huge growth spurt coming up. Just when I thought my abs could not feel any more stretched and painful! :)
The baby is also developing brain cells at an amazing rate, and can perceive signals from all five senses at this point. I was happy to read that she is now putting in longer stretches of sleep, because I was wondering why she went from having a 24/7 dance party in my belly to taking long breaks in between what must be kickboxing classes.
I am still getting lots of comments like, "The doctor must be wrong! You're due ANY DAY!" and "Are you SURE there aren't two or three in there?" I don't think most people realize how insecure these comments make me, so I try not to get mad at them; instead, I just laugh and smile and say "I am measuring right on track and she is a healthy weight." If people keep asking questions and pestering me (which a lot of people do), I usually say something like, "Well, I was big BEFORE I got pregnant, so what did you expect?" (with a smile on my face of course). That usually makes them laugh but also ends the conversation. I just don't think most people realize that telling someone who has a terrible body image and was overweight BEFORE getting pregnant that she looks huge is maybe not the brightest point in my day. I know they are probably just caught up in baby excitement, but it still stings.
This morning the baby had her head shoved WAY up toward my ribs, and there was a bulge you could not only feel, but see. I called Jeremy in to feel it, and he couldn't believe it. He kept feeling it, and then leaned in exactly where her head was, and repeated, "DON'T COME OUT YET." I love that guy! :)