I feel like a lot has happened in the last few weeks, but not many photos.
28 weeks: We toured the hospital. Panic and terror set in. I told Ian on the way home, "Wouldn't it be great if there is a 50/50 chance that we are having a little boy or a goldfish? And we got goldfish! I wish we were having a goldfish!" Had my 28 week check up and glucose test. I failed my first glucose test so I got to do the three hour test. Ian was a trooper and sat with me through all the tests. Thankfully I passed every stage of the three hour test, so I am in the clear. I think I may have failed the first one because I had a HUGE bowl of ice cream the night before (whoops).
|Hospital tour day! 28 weeks|
30 weeks: I tried to get caught up on life after being sick and still rest. I miss taking Nyquil so much! My mother-in-law came in town towards the end of the week and was able to attend my baby shower. It was such a sweet shower thrown by friends from school and attended by all the different friends I have in Denver. Everyone at the shower decorated a onesie for a little guy - I can't wait to put him in them. There are different sizes so he can wear onesies for almost an entire year - everyone was so creative with how they decorated. People were so generous with their gifts! It was definitely overwhelming to be loved on so much!
|This got delivered to me during lunch on February 14th - Thank you 6th period Calc BC|
31 weeks: I tried to start exercising again after recovering (mostly) from being sick. We celebrated our last Valentine's Day sans kids with a Little Caesar's pizza and studying calculus (me) and Ian studying for his oral exams in March. My poor husband! He had a dry spot/rash on his arm for quite awhile and I was not sympathetic at all towards him (sorry Love!) It continuously got worse and worse until he decided to go to urgent care. He has shingles! Yikes! So we got to do research (and freak ourselves out for an hour or two) about being exposed to shingles while pregnant. I am going to check with my doctor when I see her this week - but at this point, I think we are okay. Ian's shingles are healing and he is feeling better. I hope that this is not foreshadowing my parenting skills "Suck it up! Brush it off! You're fine kiddo!" and then find out he has a broken bone or something...
|31 weeks 4 days - after a very long day at school|
The other day we were driving somewhere and I was rambling something about how worried I am about something (nonbaby related) and Ian said, "Worry kills." And it has stuck with me - along with the idea that worry is a choice. Just like joy is a choice and love is a choice. So I am trying to choose to not worry. I try to think of this sweet song when I feel the worry creep in. I don't know how often I think of Ian and me "getting to be the ones" that watch our little one grow up and help him create fun memories.