According to my What To Expect When You Are Expecting App. baby girl is the size of a large cantaloupe, I however feel like she is the size of a large watermelon.
These last few days have been rough. I am not one to sugar coat things. Don't get me wrong, I am ever so grateful to be carrying this baby, but pregnancy is a tough thing. My feet have now grown two entire shoe sizes. I seriously cannot believe it. Acid reflux is through the roof and this little one loves sitting on my sciatic nerve. Nights have been hard. I get up almost every hour, poor Tyson.
That husband of mine is a true gem. He continues to rub my swollen hands and feet everyday. He even took me shopping the other night, to Destination Maternity, yet again. It's getting pretty sad over there in those neck of the woods, they are on a first name basis with us. He let me pick out a couple new outfits for my showers that are this week. He even let me get my nails done. That boy sure knows how to make me feel better.
Another lifesaver these days and well every day is my mom. She has been my lifeline. When everyone else gets sick of hearing me complain, I know I can pick up the phone and my mom will let me vent and cry to no end. She doesn't even have to say anything. She is the greatest listener. I always get off the phone feeling better, after talking with her.
We are still trying to figure out when she should book her flight. We don't want her to come too soon, but we also don't want her to miss the delivery. Sometimes I wish we could see into the future.
I have been so anxious lately. I know that pregnancy is teaching me patience. I have started grinding my teeth like crazy. I do not do well with the unknown. At my last appointment we found out the baby is still breech. My doctor said she will check again at my next appointment to see if she has turned. If she hasn't turned there are two options, have them turn her or c-section. I pray daily that she will turn. I have heard nightmare stories about having the doctors turn the baby. I also never envisioned myself having to have a c-section. I know this doesn't seem like a big deal to most, but to me it kind of makes me sad. At the end of the day I will do whatever is best and safest for our baby girl.
The nursery is getting closer and closer to being done. I cannot wait for the last final things to come together. I love going in there on a daily basis. It always makes me feel better.
I am looking forward to my last two showers. I can't believe the time is finally here. I also have less than two weeks of work left. I am praying these next five weeks fly by.
Wish me luck!