Today is 31 weeks pregnant. Fetus is about over 16 inches long and 3 1/3 lbs, about the size of a coconut.
The baby is due in 9 weeks, but my window of possible delivery is anywhere between 6-11 weeks from now. I'm nervous because I'm not exactly sure where we're going to live. We wanted to move out of where we are now, and got an accepted offer to purchase a house, but it needs extensive renovations and the sale closing has been delayed by a couple months due to title issues (it had gone through a couple tax sales and has some problems than need to be address before the purchase can proceed).
We can stay in the rental we're in, but this is not exactly the best "family" home, it's really meant for a young urban couple without children. I really miss having my own place, and a yard. We're in the top two stories of a three story building, and there is a small company on the first floor. We're right on a main road, which is noisy, and can see the interstate out our windows. If I were in my late twenties and worked a lucrative 9-5 job, this place would be ideal. Instead, I am a stay-at-home homeschooling pregnant mom of young children. It could be worse, for sure, but rent costs and arm and a leg, and for this price I'd like something different.
Well, none of that is exactly pregnancy related. But kind of. It's time for me to nest! Set up crib, wash baby clothes, get diapers, etc. I also have decided not to get a new car, and instead keep rocking my beloved 2010 Honda Civic, which means I have the exciting task of fitting three kid seats across the back - it's a tight squeeze! It's going to be two boosters, probably the Diono Radian or Cosco Finale, and a baby seat, either the Graco Snugride or Chicco Keyfit. The cost will be between $300-$600 in total, which is a bit painful, but way cheaper than a new car, and I'm being really stubborn about getting a minivan, because that is just not my style (I can't wait to eat my words some day!)
I've finally turned into an emotional mess. I cry really, really easily. (AND...my mom just texted me to tell me that she's probably going to have to put her cat down today. Ugh.)
I was reading my old pregnancy class stuff in preparation for birth, and came across this gem of nutritional advice. It's awful! And the next page (not pictured) talks about how important it is to eat all that protein to prevent this long list of very scary complications (preeclampsia, placental abruption, etc) which is enough to put the fear of God in you, and then there is a worksheet to make sure you count your protein servings for the day, and that gaining up to 45 pounds is actually good for you. Plus, don't forget to salt your food. And 5 servings of fat a DAY? In addition to the 2 servings of eggs and up to 6 servings of meat? Yes, I would love some mayo on my burger with an egg on top. Holy cow! Why isn't the maternal death rate higher with information like this?
I'll admit that the past couple weeks definitely have room for improvement in the food department for me, but man, nothing compared to this disasterous list of bad advice.