As of yesterday, I am now shockingly THIRTY weeks preggo.  Somehow the days have passed quickly and I now only have 10 weeks left before Baby #3 arrives on the scene.  It seems as though we were just getting the big news, and now we are getting so close to the big day itself. 

I am doing my best to stay cool amid the heat wave we are experiencing this summer.  It only figures that the ONE summer I have to suffer through BIG and PREGNANT would  be the summer where the newscasters marvel at the oppressive heat.   I discovered at my last appointment that I am pretty anemic as well so that does not help with my energy level.  I have been having some Braxton Hicks contractions too which are SO much fun.  Oh, and I’m not always sleeping all that great.

Don’t you just wish you were pregnant too?

I think that part of getting close to the end is just plain being miserable.  It’s nice to at least rest in the fact that time is drawing near and *hopefully* getting back to normal sooner rather than later.  I actually wouldn’t mind having another kiddo if I didn’t have to be preggo again.  I feel like I’m just too old.  :)

As of my last appointment at 28 weeks I’ve gained around 15 lbs.  I need to check the Wii and see if their total is any more favorable.   I don’t feel like I’m all THAT big when I look in the mirror, but when I see a picture of myself I can’t help but think, “WHO is that fat Chick? It can’t be ME!”   Isn’t is sad how badly we deceive ourselves?  :)

After a long 10 week wait, I finally am going back for my follow up ultrasound to re-check my “not so good news”  I received at my 20 week visit.  I have done fairly well (minus the initial and dangerous web surfing on the topics) at not thinking about both of my issues(complete placenta previa & fluid on baby’s kidney) in the last 10 weeks… just waiting until this coming up moment to reveal further info on our fate. As much as I DON’T want a c-section, I know that it’s not that big of a deal, and I’ll survive.   If the news is once again “not so good,” then I’m really not sure what the next step is.  I am assuming that they will schedule another ultrasound to see if there has been any further movement and then I guess, schedule the C-section for around 37-38 weeks. Of course, I am not sure on any of that info, but I hope to know more after Thursday. 

On other more pleasant topics… After MANY name discussions, we have agreed on a tentative name for #3… Now, no one should go and monogram anything, but… drumroll please…

Baby #3 is probably going to be Davis Elijah…

I know I take a big risk asking this, but… What do you think?

I have loved the name Davis since way before Wade came around but never could get Christopher on board.  He held to the opinion that Davis was a last name and just about every time I suggested it, he would calmly counter with the name MUCH more his speed… David.  Somehow I managed to sway his steely resolve, and he even seems fairly satisfied with the name.  :)

I already showed off my diaper bags…  Did I mention I LOVE this one???

It’s just different enough to make me LOVE it!  I am thinking of trying to cram Wade’s “supplies” into a smaller bag to stash in the baby’s bag as well… like this one…  

I got this as a lunch bag from etsy last summer…

That way I’m not keeping up with two bags, but if I need to separate their stuff (like at church) I can just pull out Wade’s bag to go with him.  *Edit to note… This idea isn’t going to work after all since I tried it out and the stuffed “lunch bag” took up way too much room in the diaper bag.  So for now, I think I’m stuck with keeping up with two bags for my two boys!

We haven’t had much outward progress on our addition, though it still is definitely in the works.  My hubby tells me the planning stage takes the longest, but I’m not quite sure if he’s just trying to pull one over on clueless me.  We are (and have been forever, it seems) WAITING on our detailed estimate from the contractor.  With that we can then go to the bank and apply for the construction loan.  Then comes applying for permits.  THEN we begin.  

Soooo, at this point, I am operating under the assumption that this addition is, in fact, not going to be ready before the baby gets here.  I’m okay with this and realize that the baby will be sleeping in our room for the first several weeks anyway.  One problem I am facing, however, is coming up with a temporary place to stow the baby’s supplies, gear, and general paraphernalia in the meantime.  So far, I have managed to clear out two small drawers and one large shelf.   For now that will just have to do.  Babies have made it on far less, I’m sure.  My own Uncle Paul (#8 of 11 kids), for instance, was made to sleep in an actual dresser drawer since his older sibling (my mom) was still occupying the crib when he made his debut.  (I seriously thought they were kidding when I first heard that story.)

See… it doesn’t even look that bad does it?  :)

69 days and counting until Chris and I are officially outnumbered.