30. weeks. That means only 10 more weeks till this little Chicken is allegedly ready to hatch.
This week has brought forth a panicked husband. While I am still a panicky mess about delivery complications, the Professor is starting to have some meltdowns about what the hell you do with a baby once he/she is home. Perhaps I’m in denial, but I’m just not that scared about this. Together we’ll figure it out. The Prof. is not so convinced and would like me to ask you all what books you and your husband read prior to bringing baby home that actually helped ease some anxiety? This Daddy-to-be is ready to get some researching on!
30 weeks has also brought a little relief from my sinus infection. For the first time in three days I can chew without my left jaw aching and I can blink my left eye without orbital pain. I’m still coughing like it’s my job, though. Last night I coughed so hard for four hours straight that I peed myself TWICE. The Professor eventually asked that I please go downstairs so he could get some rest. Poor guy! This evening I’m going to try two teaspoons of honey before bed and see if that helps my throat. If not, it’s time to break out the Chloraseptic, which is on my list of “safe but don’t overdue it” medications.
Chicken’s movements are becoming less like cute pokes and more like “I’m getting ready to bust outta this joint.” It’s super exciting to feel baby growing stronger by the day, although it’s rather annoying when it is 11:30 at night and you are desperately trying to sleep and not cough while your baby is having a dance party in your belly! I have found that when he starts flailing around I can actually sort of rock him into submission while laying down by moving my hips back and forth slowly. After about five minutes the dance party slows down and we are both able to drift off to sleep. I don’t know if my “rocking” is actually soothing baby or not, but it gives me this rush of maternal satisfaction that is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
It looks like I have a little bit of pruritic urticarial papules and plaques of pregnancy, also known as PUPPP, showing up on my belly. I’m not terribly freaked out about it because it is only on the belly and it is not a ton of bumps, but man do they itch. I’ll be sure to ask Dr. Shannon about them at my appointment on Tuesday. I did some reading on PUPPP and from what I can tell it is not serious, just insanely annoying. Many women say pine tar soap and aloe helps them tremendously, so I fully intend to make the Professor stop by Whole Paycheck (Foods) tonight so I can get some and start using it now, just in case I’m one of the unlucky ones who has to deal with itchy rash for 10+ weeks.
It also seems that 70% of PUPPP pregnancies are boys, which further strengthens my belief that this baby is a boy. Unfortunately we still do not have a boy name picked out. We have a list of contenders but none of them feel right to me. Does that make sense? Our girl name, though, it feels right. It rolls off my tongue easily and is just so, I don’t know, us. We also are running into the problem that we seem to fancy Swedish names… which is unfortunate because neither of us are Swedish, although we both have a true appreciation for Swedish design. I have a few non-Swedish contenders to toss out to the Professor tonight, but am fairly certain they will all be shot down.
Belly photo will be taken this weekend. Currently there are piles of
shit stuff blocking my photo wall thanks to Operation S.O.S. This entire garage sale preparation is SCARY and making an epic mess of our house. The mess is so thick that it is hard to think in there lately. But, we are making progress and the basement now sports empty shelves an a stack of empty tubs. I’ll save the rest of my 30 week musings to go with the belly photo this weekend since I have to get back to work – missing 4 days has put me very behind!