July 28th, 2010

31 weeks, 90 degrees, 4 lb baby. recipe for disaster.

Monday I went in for another ultrasound — does everyone get these many these days? I honestly don’t know. I feel like I’m in for one like clockwork every few weeks. It’s fun, but messy and by the time I get home I just want to lie down.

The Peanut is now 4lbs, 3oz — gaining at a rate of about 1 lb every two weeks. Which, yeah, means if I go to term, hello 8 lb baby. Pro: sleeps through the night sooner, lower risk of SIDS; Con: OMFG PAIN. He is still incredibly active, meaning some days my stomach is excruciatingly sore and I hold ice packs to my ribs—during the ultrasound he yawned, hiccuped and then proceeded to beat me with his tiny fists and feet. “Ooo,” said the tech, “he’s SO active.”

Uh yeah. Welcome to my world. It’s hot (over 90 degrees again today, just kill me already), I’m repeatedly getting beat up and I’m having to get up twice a night to pee. Tomorrow marks 31 weeks. Let’s go team baby!

Very cute profile — I think he has my nose.

Front face shot — much less like Gollum.

And per my sister who has been requesting this picture for months, my giant ever-expanding belly.