Reflecting

Sorry Maddie.  Gotta sit up taller!



Max photobombs.  The cone is back.  That second three looks like an eight.  Oops.

I spent a little time yesterday evening reading back on the posts I've written since being pregnant.  It's so weird to go back to that place where everything was so new, I thought a belly that now seems flat looked so pregnant, and the days just crept by.  I think the beginning of a pregnancy can be a scary time for a lot of people, but especially if you've either experienced a miscarriage or infertility.  If you fall into one of these categories, you truly understand how fragile life can be in those early days or know that if something happens, it's not as simple as waiting a couple of months and getting horizontal, ifyouknowwhatI'msaying.

It was hard to even go back to that place now that I'm less than seven weeks away from D-Day and I can feel this little girl growing and moving all over the place.  The time is flying now.  I know that there are no guarantees, but it's a much more pleasant place to be emotionally even with raging hormones and inadequate sleep.  If I could pick her birthday, I would choose March 28 (the day before mine), which is all of six weeks from today.  I know the rest of this time is just going to fly by.

I had my last ultrasound at the perinatologist last week.  Although she is a peanut, Greer is growing on the expected growth curve.  Praise the Lord for that!  I really wasn't worried about it at all, but it was still reassuring to see her growth curve follow the normal one even if she's measuring less than the 50th percentile.  I'd prefer a little six to seven pounder anyway.  :)  They estimated that she weighed 3 lbs 14 oz (+/- 9 oz) and everything still looks great.  We got to see her "breathing," but she just didn't want us to get a good picture of her face.  It was funny, because for the third or fourth time, we caught her sleeping (or just chilling) in there with her hand/forearm over her forehead, which is how I often catch Matt sleeping.

Not cooperating for her closeup.

Sleeping like her daddy.  (That's her hand on her head above her nose.)

 

The doctor I met with for my 32 week appointment told me I'd only gained 18 lbs!  God bless her.  I told her I think that's from my 9 week appointment, and I didn't have any issues eating during my first trimester.  :)  I did find out my true starting weight (it was in my chart from the RE), and I'm up 23 lbs.  I said I didn't want to put on more than 25-30, so I think I will be okay.  Most importantly, I feel good and I don't feel heavy yet, so I don't really care what the scale says.  I know how to get it off when I need to!

In other news, we are heading to the beach for a few days soon and PRAYING for good weather.  I told God I feel really selfish praying for sunshine and mid-70s, but I just need it for my soul.  All I want to do is dig a hole in the sand for my belly (that will be a really good nap) and frolick in the Gulf.  I'm definitely bringing sexy back with my maternity swimsuit.  ;)  FYI - if buying a maternity bathingsuit from Target, go smaller than you think.  I bought medium bottoms and they are GINORMOUS.  Like, I don't even think a small would fit and this girl has plenty of junk in the trunk.  Better yet, just buy a non-maternity bottom and go w/ just the maternity top if you're in your 3rd trimester.  A regular tankini a size up from your usual will probably be sufficient before then.  (P.S.  I never thought I'd be buying a maternity bathingsuit... bonus of being pregnant during the winter.)