Week 29 redux

Today at my OB appointment everything looked good. I always breathe a sigh of relief when there is no bad news. My blood pressure is normal, the baby's heart beat was 158 beats per minute, and amazingly I have gained less than a pound since my appointment two weeks ago! The weight thing is pretty minor compared to the other stuff, but it surprises me every time. I also passed my extended glucose test, so no gestational diabetes for me. I am, however, dehydrated. My goodness, I drink so much water my throat feels raw and it's still not enough! Apparently pregnant women are meant to drink water and do nothing else all day long. Life is getting in the way of my water intake.

I almost cried at the doctor's office today though. Not sad tears, happy tears. Or really, just overwhelming emotion tears. Something about the routine of the prenatal appointment hit me today. I guess I just felt so honored to be able to experience it, to know the routine, to be sitting in that waiting room under happy circumstances instead of unfortunate ones. I know too many women who want that and struggle to get there, or maybe never get there. I think after the few things I went through to get to this point, and because of the awful circumstances too many of friends are going through to become parents, those thoughts are always with me. 

I don't necessarily believe everything happens for a reason, but I do belive it's possible, eventually, to find good things that have come out of bad situations. My compassion for women who struggle to become mothers, and my ever-present appreciation for my situation are not good enough reasons for the crap I went through to get here. But I know they wouldn't be so prominent had I not had those experiences.

And that's all I have to say about that for now. Tonight we finally retook 29 week photos with the appropriate produce. 

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WEEK 29: Size of a Butternut Squash

Please be aware that this is after I showered but before I did my hair. See how the top of the squash is all up in my ribs? Yeah, that's pretty much what this baby feels like. All up in my ribs. The doctor was feeling around for it today and said it was moving around quite a bit, definitely not staying in one position. Which means I don't actually have a baby appendage in my ribs at all times, so the fact that it hurts constantly just means that the little bugger bruised my ribs. I'll have to be sure to make him or her feel guilty about that some day.