There is not much else to report, but I'm getting lots of questions (and well-intended words of caution from strangers - yesterday at a basketball game, I was on my way to the bathroom, again, and was told to "be careful" and "walk slow" from two people I've never seen before in my life). Here's the update:
How am I feeling? Mostly good, but fighting all the normal third trimester symptoms: inability to ever be comfortable, lower back pain (mainly in the morning, right after waking up), hip discomfort (from sleeping on my side all night long), a stretching stomach, which can be painful, and not getting much good sleep because I have to go to the bathroom all the time and it's nearly impossible to turn over with a stomach the size of a dump truck.
How is R handling all of this? He is my hero. I'd prefer that he never leaves my side, but given that we are now saving for a college education, I guess we should probably go to work. That being said, the reality of all of this is starting to hit him, too. The other night he said to me "what are we going to do with the baby?" I could only answer with the obvious...feed her, love her, read her books, snuggle with her, change a million diapers, and so forth. He is so excited, though, and I can't wait to see him holding his baby girl. He will be such a good daddy.
Names? We're still sticking with Sally and Baby Zap. Recently R has settled on "Roosevelt" called "Rosie" after his new favorite BU player. Our families are getting very anxious to hear, but so far, we haven't slipped and her name is still a secret.
Cravings? I wish! Really, I think someone made this symptom up. I wish I craved anything at all. In the meantime, I am just trying to convince myself to eat healthy rather than eat the delicious holiday treats that have invaded my kitchen. (This is not a pregnancy craving...it happens every year.)
Food Aversions? Thankfully, these are long gone, along with the accompanying morning sickness.
Weight gain? Somewhere in the ballpark of 20 pounds.
Is she moving? Almost all the time, and she is most active in the evenings. When R arrives home from work, he usually asks "how is she today?" and my answer is most often "squirmy," "jiggly," or "I think she's having a dance party in there."
Stupid Advice? Yes! Hello, people, I do not want to hear every detail of your C-section just because it's possible that I could maybe have one in the near future. One person told me not to listen to anyone else's advice and to do what I think is right, and then proceeded to give me advice to "don't listen to the doctor when they tell you how big the baby is...they can't really tell." Great advice, person-whose-last-child-was-born-over-fifteen-years-ago (and before the dawn of the magical 3D ultrasound), thank you. I'll be sure to not listen to the ONE person who actually knows what is happening in there. Oy.
Good Advice? "Get some sleep." Yes, please! I will go take a nap right now. :)
Classes? We took a labor and delivery class at the hospital where we will have the baby. It was good, even though they played a video of an actual birth, and really, who wants to see that? It really seems to me that those videos are better suited to acting as middle school birth control and not "oh! You're pregnant. Here's all the awful things that will happen to you. Good luck!" (And, who volunteers to be videotaped during that?! Ew.) But, all things considered, I'm very glad that we took the class, and I feel more prepared to handle all of this as a result.
Baby bump? More like a baby mountain... see below.
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