Month 7

We've arrived at the 7 month mark!  In four days, I'll be in my third trimester.  It's about time, too.  It feels like I've been pregnant for ages - no seriously, IVF will do that.  By that time I give birth it will amount to over 15 months of prep, not to count the year before that of living cautiously, JIC one of the many home tests was positive.  I understand why people refer to it as the 10 months of pregnancy because 42 weeks is a long-ass time that feels almost as interminable as an elephant's gestation.  I would just about die if I were an elephant.  Two years?!  You've got to be kidding...

I'm really looking forward to the 1/2 pound a week growth spurt that starts this week so people can finally see this little girl thriving in there.  I'd also love some reassurance that she's growing properly, even if I can't see much progress from the exterior.  She's supposed to be almost 2 lbs by now and about 14 inches long by next week.  The length I believe but my uterus doesn't feel all that heavy and my balance is still spot on.  Maybe it's just all the yoga paying off? 

The constant movements are reassuring and I do believe she's wedged herself in a favorite position with her feet down at the juncture of my right pelvic bone and round ligaments.  I get about 50+ kicks down there each day and then the punches and hiccups happen close to the left side of my navel.  One such punch was so strong that it woke me up at 4:00 AM.  Anytime Oscar or Rhett lays his head on my belly, she goes nuts.  She hasn't changed positions much, probably because she can't at this point, but I look forward to our next ultrasound at the end of the month that will tell us the exact location of the placenta and her actual size percentile.  Maybe I'll get an actual fundal measurement soon, too.  They are supposed to start at 20 weeks but I have yet to experience this.  One of Rhett's favorite new phrases is "fundus of the bumpus."  I'm counting my lucky stars that I can still breath relatively normally for being so far along but I know this will change once PB's head gets wedged under my ribcage. 

I will probably look into a breastfeeding class and order my free state mandated hospital-grade pump by the end of the month.  Those things look like old-fashioned tape recorders and come with their own suitcases.  I bet they're loud, too.  Oscar's going to love this almost as much as the vacuum.

I'm hoping the summer flies by because now there is an end in sight.  We could realistically be looking at a c-section date any time after September 7 which is NUTS.  We'll find out more about what's best for our baby girl by the end of July.  Until then, I'm hanging in there, armed with my upright sleeping position and Pepcid.