I've been sick for over a week. I woke up with a cold last week, and even though I feel pretty fine now, my head will not quit producing snot. This means I'm constantly stuffed up, and if I'm not also constantly blowing, I can't breathe. So at night, I wake up every hour to clear my head. Sometimes I can't fall back asleep for hours. Therefore I'm getting no real rest, which is not at all conducive to curing a cold! My doctor said at this point it's not a cold anymore. Pregnant women produce more mucous anyway, so my body is going to have a hard time stopping this craziness.
All that to say, I look like crap in this week's pictures for a reason.
WEEK 31: Size of Four Oranges
Yep, we're back to the oranges. I'm still feeling good, despite the endless snot. I'm very thankful for another healthy week.
I had my first prenatal appointment with my family doctor on Friday. I was nervous for two reasons:
1) I was still questioning my decision to switch from the OB practice. I believed it was the right decision, but I could have walked in there and realized something that proved me wrong.
2) I hadn't felt the baby move all morning.
Fortunately, it took less than a second to find the heartbeat with the doppler and that fear was quickly put to rest. I was so relieved. It may seem extreme to panic about one morning without movement, but I am all too aware of what that can mean. That heartbeat was gold. Plus, Mike was able to come to my appointment with me for the first time in awhile, and it evoked a huge smile on his face too.
As for the first fear, that was quelled rather quickly, as well. The routines at this office are a little different, and that made me feel uneasy at first. I liked knowing the routine. But then the doctor came in, we talked for a long time, and I left feeling really good about everything. She shares our approach to childbirth -- take it as it comes, make decisions based on individualized information, and always remain open. I love that I'll see her at every appointment from now on (we even scheduled my appointments through my due date!), and there is an extremely good chance she'll be there for delivery. She said that even the hospital nursing staff tends to be less invasive and insistent with patients whose doctor is family medicine rather than obstetrics.
So anyway, I feel good about it. And I'm happy to feel good about it!
This week we also started organizing baby stuff. I sorted and put away the few clothes we have, and lots of supplies and equipment. We also made sure our second-hand swing works propoerly.
And we spent a long time figuring out how to operate our stroller. This, too, was a hand-me-down from my sister and came with no manual. So we had to call my sister to figure out how to unfold it, then google how to attach the carseat to it.
We probably wouldn't have chosen a jogging stroller if we were buying new, but this was free. FREE! I'll take any safe and operable stroller I can get for free.
Here's what I looked like this week. This is pretty much what I look like any time I'm not at work:
This is me the day I had to facilitate a training:
Long sleeves may have been a mistake. Between hormones and not being able to breathe due to the snot, I was a uncomfortable and sweaty the whole time.
This was for my quick Target run today:
I love that the stripes make it obvious, even from the front, that I'm pregnant.
The other day someone was commenting on my belly and telling me I looked great. Then he apologized, saying, "I know, I know, pregnant women don't like to talk about how they look." And I told him, talk away! I'm thrilled to be where I am, thrilled to be so blessed. The fact that I feel good and look good is a bonus. I'm not trying to hide or ignore anything, I'm embracing this with all I have.