Week 30

We have made it to week 30. Holy cow 10 weeks to go if we go full term. We had a doctors appt today. Everything was pretty status quo. She measured normal, good strong heart beat, we got approved to fly one more time next week so we continue on...

So here is what baby center has to say this week.
Your baby's about 15.7 inches long now, and she weighs almost 3 pounds (like a head of cabbage). A pint and a half of amniotic fluid surrounds her, but that volume will decrease as she gets bigger and takes up more room in your uterus.

Here is what I have to say about this week:
I am pooped again. They say the first trimester is rough because you are so tired. They say the second trimester is better and then you get tired again in the third trimester. Well I can say it is true. I don't feel like I am going to go into a coma like I did the first trimester but I am tired. I might be tired because in between my shoulder blades and my hips ache so I wake up to flip over all night. Or it could be the trips to the bathroom, or because I carry a bowling ball all day. Either way, pretty sleepy by the time 8 pm hits. Who am I kidding, by the time 6:30 pm hits.


Adventures since the last post: We started prepared labor class. It's an adventure to say the least. We have a pretty hippy lady teaching the class who is against all medical intervention. Being in medicine, it's a whole new perspective for me. We have learned some pretty interesting coping mechanisms. Mikey is intrigued because they have explained the anatomy and the physics behind how labor works. I seriously married a nerd.


Here are some other interesting things I have learned during pregnancy.

Number 1: Everyone wants to know the name you have picked. Let me start with this: we have not picked a name yet and when we do we will not be telling anyone and I will tell you why. Everyone has and is willing to give input. Here are some examples:

• They know someone with that name, they dated someone with that name, someone they know died and they had that name.
• They like another name better and they give you lists and lists of names they like better.
• They can come up with a million reasons why you should not name your child that. My favorite are nicknames that they might be called that have nothing to do with the name.
  
• The best is they just don't like it because it is too modern and should be a good wholesome saint name or bible name (like Michael and Sarah)

Number 2: The dirty dirty looks, comments, and talking-tos that I get for running and/or working out. A lady came up to me and said, "Do you really think you should be running in your condition." This is when I laughed and said, "Just trying to get rid of a little extra fat is all." She was pretty embarrassed.

Number 3: Pregnant bellies DO NOT have a sign that says "Touch Me" on them. However, people still think it is okay to do so. It is downright creepy. So now when people touch my belly, I touch their bellies back and they get the same creepy feeling.

Number 4: People comment on your size and weight gain. I though there was an unwritten rule you never comment or ask a ladies weight or age. So what makes this any different during pregnancy?

Number 5: Everyone want to tell you their labor story. The good, the bad, and the ugly. First time mothers are already freaked out enough so let's freak them out even more.

--Sarah

Baby Room!

People have been asking for pictures of the baby room. Here they are! Hopefully it's not a boy.

Yes, we know we are blowing people's minds by painting the child's room pink. We figure we have to start her off somewhat girlie. Now that the room is pretty much done, we have to figure out child care and a name. Until next time.


Sarah

FTSTBD

Hello. My name is Mike and I am a FTSTBD (First Time Soon-To-Be Dad). It is as exciting as you can imagine. Oh. . . and it is also scary as hell.

Despite the fact that I am 27, have been married for 2.5 years, and have a steady job, I still feel like I am too young and unprepared to be in charge of another human being. I barely (stressing the 'barely') take care of myself. Now I am going to be personally responsible for the well-being and growth of a tiny version of Sarah and me. This tiny Flick will require more attention than I am used to giving, more money than I am used to spending, and more patience than I am used to having. Best of luck to my sanity. And my pocketbook.

We started looking at day care facilities this past week. Sarah worked at a day care in Fort Collins all throughout college, so she has a pretty good idea of what things to look for and what questions to ask. After the tour and sit-down at the first center we visited, Sarah was laughing as we left the building. She asked me if I was overwhelmed. I told her slightly and asked her how she knew. She simply said, "I could tell because you didn't say anything in there." Silence is not my strong suit. Picking a child care facility is extremely important; you are trusting the employees to foster and care for your child when you cannot. That still does not take the sting away when you hear how much it costs per week. So far we have not been blown away by any of the places we have visited. We did find a place that we will not be taking her. The teachers were not interacting with the kids at all, the place was dirty and chaotic, and a kid came walking down the hall with blood all over his face. The teacher that was with him had no idea how it happened. If you are in charge of watching children, you better know what they are doing and how they got blood all over their face. It was super sketchy and a great example of what not to do. This adventure of looking for child care is incredibly stressful. I can't wait until we find one and get our spot reserved so we don't have to worry about it any more.  

The good news in all of this is that I have always known that one day I would be a dad. I am extremely comfortable around babies, so the realization that diapers and crying are in my future don't freak me out too much. I have seen our friends' kids grow and learn and knowing that our little girl is going to do the same is exciting. I can't wait to teach her everything I know. When that 15 minutes is done, I'm not sure what we will do. Probably watch baseball and discuss BABIP and UZR.

Til the next post,
Mikey