We are officially less than 30 days out from a baby, people. Less than a month! Like when I say I’m due the 12th, there is only one 12th I’m talking about! The next 12th! EEEEEEP!
This week 3BB is the size of a spaghetti squash.
And look, isn’t a butternut squash from a few weeks back actually bigger than a spaghetti squash? I realize they are running out of options at this point, but it still annoys me. Enough that I found this photo to prove myself right.
And I wonder why my fetus is already so stubborn. Where on Earth could she be getting that from?
Speaking of our stubborn 3BB, she failed her NST this week again. I think there is a note in my chart now that we’re difficult and to just see how it goes for like 25 minutes and then just automatically send me for an ultrasound. Which is fine, and I appreciate it, but the ultrasound slots are always full, which means I have to wait around for hours before they can squeeze me in.
This week I just went home. I’m sure 3BB was mad because she was hoping for those tacos again, but I’m really trying to limit any unnecessary exposure to Covid, and not looking to spend $25 a week on tacos. (Although those tacos are worth it!)
Thankfully next week I already have an ultrasound planned to measure her growth, so they will just do the biophysical profile as well then. And then I’m going to just ask about scheduling ultrasounds for the rest of my appointments, even if I have to cancel, just so it’s not all this waiting or leaving and coming back.
The funny thing is that I’m never worried about her. She moves plenty, but just not within their non-stress test parameters. She will not be forced into your box, modern medicine! And this week’s ultrasound was even quicker than the last one. She loves a camera, this girl of mine!
I feel much bigger these days. She’s really taking up all the room she can now. It’s noticeable when she’s on my right side or my left side, because my bump will get all lopsided. And for the first time since I’ve been pregnant and wearing these pants for the weekly photos, they no longer stay up over the bump anymore. I never thought I’d actually be able to wear the same outfit at 6 weeks pregnant that I am at 35 weeks pregnant! Thanks diabeetus!
My mom sent me this poem the other day and I sobbed for about 20 minutes. I cannot wait to meet this little girl and be her mommy.
#3BBOnBoard