Yesterday we had our last growth scan, and Little Brother is currently weighing in at 6 pounds and 7 ounces (the 53%, and already a full pound bigger than Gus was when he was born).
I have four NSTs to go.
39 injections left, which sounds like a lot, but I take three a day.
All the baby clothes are washed. My hospital bag is packed. I finally bought a few packs of diapers.
We finally got a 3D sneak peak of his face that doesn’t look like a deformed Halloween mask, and he’s got chubby little cheeks and his dad’s nose.
I was fully prepared to suffer through carpal tunnel and De Quervain syndrome again, and miraculously (a theme for this pregnancy in general!) it never became an issue.
The trade off though, seems to be horrendous pelvic pain, that I can only compare to, like, riding a bike with an old metal seat for eight hours a day, EVERY day.
So that’s been pleasant.
Overall, I’m feeling good, and I’m ready to have this baby.
Tiny complication? In two days my mom is flying halfway around the world for 10 days. She gets home about 60 hours before my scheduled delivery.
She’s convinced my water will break as soon as her plane takes off.
So if you need me, I’ll be sitting here (on an ice pack) with my legs and my fingers crossed, for the next two weeks.