30 weeks!!

30 weeks. 30 weeks!? *shivers*
Sigh

I look down at my growing belly and realize how exciting this is. Indulging the moment. I do enjoy pregnancy - yes, with all its discomforts and crazy hormones. When else can I have an excuse to go nuts over silly things? ;) Honestly, I am a bit scared pulling my shirt off in front of the mirror. It's huge. If it gets any larger than this, I might faint.

Yesterday I stared myself in front of the mirror and pulled my belly up a little to look at the underside below my navel (which any pregnant lady would know, cannot be seen so easily anymore at this stage). To my greatest horror, there was a sea of stretch marks! And about 3 1-inch horizontoal lines on each side of my hips! Oh dear no wonder it was so terribly itchy before. That's the price I pay for not being consistent with stretch mark creams and avoiding the mirror fearing my belly would explode if I stare at it long enough.

At certain times of the day baby will feel like a large worm squirming about and my belly looks like it's making waves. Other times, baby would kick or punch so hard my entire abdomen moved.

I'm excited to have a look at you again on Monday =)

This our homemade V-Day breakfast.
Since the GD episode, no treats this year!
But Daddy owes me a special treat once you arrive *yay!*

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

Week 30: Goodbye monkey baby, hello roly poly!

Fetal development in pregnancy week 30: Fetus in seventh month The light is visible at the end of the tunnel! Your oversized self and amazing growing baby have finally reached the single digits (in terms of weeks till birth)! The fine lanugo hair that has been growing all over their little monkey-like body is going to start falling off this week in preparation for the big day. But don’t be shocked if they’re hairier than you’d anticipated, some babies keep their lanugo until after birth. Still, it’s not any cause to be concerned as it will fall off eventually. No surprises here: your little porker is getting even cuter with increasingly pudgy arms and legs this week thanks to the ever-growing layers of subcutaneous fat. In terms of numbers, your baby should be weighing in at around 3 pounds 12 ounces (or more!) and be nearly 16 inches long.

And how's mom doing? On a very serious note: you should make sure to determine both you and your baby’s blood type. It’s extremely important for everyone. In the case that you and your maturing babe’s blood types don’t match there’s a chance you could produce antibodies that could potentially attack and harm a future fetus. It is rare, but with modern medicine, the problem is easily corrected and little cause for concern if dealt with properly.

As for the ongoing joys of being in your third trimester: your not-so-fun symptoms are just intensifying this week, so it might not hurt to slow down a bit and focus on yourself. If you’re feeling extra fatigued, you’ve probably joined the sleeping shouldn’t be this tough when I’m this tired club, especially if you’re experiencing a lot of back pain and general discomfort. If you’ve been pushing the exercise thing, then this is the time perhaps to cut down on the physical activities and focus more on getting proper sleep (if this means buying a pregnancy pillow, then do it!). Oh and all that moodiness? Just go with the flow emotionally. This doesn't mean letting the hormones win and becoming a complete psychotic. Instead, feel the feelings, but know that the drama you’re feeling is largely a result of increased adrenaline thanks indirectly to hormonal swings—not because things really are that dramatic and merit adult temper tantrums. The clincher symptom for this week: it’s highly likely your libido has gone on sabbatical. This, as far as we’re concerned, is perfectly natural in your condition.

You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll never have sex again!
by The Sarcastic Journalist

I once had the gall to tell someone who announced her pregnancy to me what I thought she should do during labor. My basis for doing so? I watched “A Baby Story” on TLC. What is even funnier about this is that at the time, I had never been pregnant, let alone gave birth.

Thanks to the miracle of television, you too, can watch the final weeks of a woman’s pregnancy up until the birth, neatly packaged into a 30-minute show. You’ll meet Jennifer (as they are always named Jennifer), a first-time Mom that has a house bigger than God himself.

Why they always have such nice houses, I have yet to figure out. I guess us po’ folks don’t make for good viewing entertainment.

The first few minutes of the show update us on Jennifer and her husband, Mike’s plans for the birth. They want no drugs. They want a shaman to come in during the birth and to bless the entire birthing room.

Flash forward to the delivery scene: Through the magic of editing, all we see is Jennifer screaming bloody murder, her crying over the decision to get an epidural and then a baby being born.

You get scared. “If Jennifer from Long Island can’t do it,” you think. “Then neither can I!”

That’s where you are wrong. I know of a high-profile blogger that refers to these shows as “When Babies Attack.” Everything that can go wrong will go wrong on these types of shows. It makes for good entertainment.

In actuality, the more I think of it, maybe these shows are secretly funded by the makers of contraception. What better way to gain more customers than to scare the dookie out of Patti from Idaho! She’ll never have unprotected sex again!

Trust me, you can do it! You’ll do great! And here’s one little piece of advice I have for you: Please refrain from watching these types of shows in the delivery room. You wouldn’t watch a show on cavities while waiting at the dentist’s office, would you?