If this pregnancy had a soundtrack, then I'd be jamming out to legendary '80s hit, "The Final Countdown" by the one-hit-wonder band, Europe. We've got less than ten weeks to go and now the fun really starts. We had a busy weekend. Jeff and I went out for "sushi" at the Mall of America and then spent some time wandering around. We ended up in Carter's, and bought the baby three new outfits. It was so fun to watch Jeff shop for baby clothes. I'd be at one end of the store and he'd be screaming for me to come and look at something he'd found. He also kept asking why I wasn't buying "newborn" clothes, since that's what we'll have in just a few short weeks. I showed him the label that says the clothing is made for infants up to eight pounds and told him that the baby would probably grow out of that size in utereo! We did buy some "essentials," including another bear hat (which we're both obsessed with apparently, since he's got THREE of them now), and an outfit for the Superbowl. Yes, we're crazy, but it's so much fun to buy clothes. After Carter's, we headed down to The Loop for a friend's birthday party. We didn't stay long, mostly because I was pretty tired, and to be honest, it's a little weird being really pregnant in a bar. People look at the belly and then immediately shift focus to the drink (Sprite, by the way) in your hand. Judgemental little bastards out there, I tell you.
On Saturday, I met my girlfriends and their babies for brunch and had the best time. Seriously, I think my girlfriends have some of the cutest kids in the world. And again, I don't know what I'd do without them. They have been an amazing resource through this whole process. I met my mom afterwards to look at rocking chairs for the nursery. Which leads me to updated pictures of the baby's room. I finally got the changing table together:
As you can tell, we're getting closer and closer to being finished with the nursery. He's already got his Sophie giraffe (thanks, Auntie Lindsey!) and a number of receiving blankets, already monogrammed (thanks, Auntie Brenda!). I've still got to put the finishing touches on everything, but we're getting there! I also remembered to take a picture of the closet to show off how fashionable Baby Storms will be:
We have a Bumbo now too (thanks, Auntie Kelly!) and Jeff bought me a diaper bag as well. In related news, the invitations for the showers have started to go out as well and I've got four scheduled for October. I just can't believe how lucky I am and how loved this baby already is.
In pregnancy-related news, I'm definitely starting to feel some unpleasant side effects. I don't know if it's the weather, the extra weight I'm carrying, or a combination of something else, but my joints are getting stiff. When I wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, I feel like a penguin or Frankenstein, shuffling straight-legged to the bathroom. It wears off after I wake up and move around for a bit, but it's getting a little uncomfortable. We also had our thirty-week appointment with Duckie last week, and everything is going well. I've only gained eight pounds, which isn't too concerning, since the baby continues to grow by leaps and bounds. By Duckie's estimation, Baby Storms is about four pounds and in the downward facing position. I'm hoping he stays that way for a few weeks yet! So, here we are at thirty weeks:
Duckie told me not to worry about the baby's somewhat aggressive kicks. His feet have remained permanently lodged in my rib cage and he is getting quite strong. It hurts, actually, and takes my breath away for a few minutes when he really gets going. He's somewhat ahead of the growing scale and bigger than most babies are at thirty weeks (which is why we're shying away from newborn clothes). He's over eighteen inches in length this week and learning how to make faces and suck his thumb.
I had the opportunity on Friday to go over and see my girlfriend, Catie, and her new baby girl, Ella. Seriously, that girl is a little doll, she is so beautiful. Catie also had some wonderful maternity dresses to pass along for me, so I killed two birds with one stone. I got quite emotional, holding Baby Ella, who was so tiny and so perfect. I am really getting excited to meet our tiny heavyweight in just a few more weeks. Still, after I put down Ella (mind you, after probably a solid hour of holding and cuddling), my arm was a little tired and I decided I needed to work on my baby-holding muscles!
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