My 28 week appointment itself was routine. My c-section date moved to August 22nd, from August 21st. I'm measuring right on target. Gained a pound, putting my total weight gain so far at 12 pounds, and my blood pressure is good as well. I'm going to sign up for some classes at the hospital where I'm delivering: Prenatal Newborn Care, Breastfeeding, and then the required Orientation and Walking Tour. Hopefully, between these classes and the books I've been reading, I'll figure out how not to kill my child the day I take him/her home.
In other news, the glider I ordered came in. It is oh-so-comfortable to...glide in...and the matching ottoman even glides. Here's Chubbie breaking it in. And yes, her time in this chair is limited. As soon as we move it upstairs to the baby's room, she, along with Claudia and Louie are banned from it. They can sleep on my couches, chairs, and bed, but not on this chair. Notice the pillow, placed to keep kitty fur (of which she is never in short supply) away.
And the baby's crib and dresser have arrived! They are being delivered a week from Saturday. Once the furniture is in place, I can start decorating a little bit. I promise I'll post pictures once the furniture arrives. I can't believe that in less than 11 weeks, I'm having a BABY. I know you'll find this hard to believe, but most days I still can't fathom that it's actually happening. My house is full of baby stuff already (besides the glider in the middle of our living room, we have the huge travel system carrier-car seat-stroller thing in its box in the dining room, baby books donated from Rich's school's library on our dining room table, and a spare bedroom full of gifts, and the baby's bedding, curtains, and lamp shade, which I bought, and I haven't even had my shower yet) and I still wake up at times thinking that it could all be taken away from me in an instant.
Other than the crib bedding, the glider, a light switch cover, and a night light, I haven't purchased anything for Beastie. No clothes. No stuffed animals. No toys. And the things I have purchased I see more as "home decorating" than things purchased for my child. I know this isn't normal. I mean, mothers-to-be purchase things for their children before they're actually born, right? Ah infertility. You wreck havoc on my brain even while pregnant.
Beastie is moving around like crazy. He/she has had hiccups at least a few times a week, and is rocking and rolling in there all day long while I'm sitting at my desk at work. It's amazing to me how what began as small little "flutters" or "bubbles" has erupted so quickly into stomach-rolling, full-on waves of movement I can not only feel, but also see as well.
It's starting to get difficult for me to launch myself out of the comfy chair-and-a-half I'm always sitting in when I'm at home, and likewise out of my bed, and out of the bathtub. I'm doing that pregnant woman "oof!" noise when any kind of movement-from-a-reclined-position is required. And for a girl with questionable posture to begin with, slouching is slowly becoming a thing of the past as well, because it feels like I've got a book shoved up under my shirt.
Luckily, though, my energy levels are still pretty high, although I do tire more quickly than I did before.
So, August 22nd it is. Start your engines.