Nursery Furniture

The furniture for the nursery was delivered today. It's more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. When the guys were done building the crib and getting everything in place, I went in to look. The combination of pregnancy hormones, the reality that my son could arrive anytime in the next 4-5 weeks, and just the fact that we have been given this amazing gift (both the furniture and the opportunity to be parents) was too much for me to handle. I started sobbing. The poor delivery guys thought they screwed something up, but then they realized they were (mostly) tears of joy. They were the nicest guys and were super impressed with my scale visio diagram of where everything was to be placed in the nursery. They weren't here more than an hour, and everything was ready to go.

All we need now is the mattress to go in the crib and some clothes to fill up the drawers... I'm pretty sure most of that stuff will magically appear in the next few weeks after the shower my sister and cousin are hosting. Reality is definitely setting in that we are indeed having a baby, and I am getting anxious and ridiculously excited!

Follow Up

I had my follow up ultrasound this morning. It confirmed that the little man is indeed very small. He's about 5 pounds, which is a full pound lighter than expected at his gestational age. While my fluid levels are also low, they are congruous with his small size. I'm waiting to hear back from my doctor, but it likely means that I'll have weekly ultrasounds to check for continued growth and be monitored closely for the next few weeks. It could potentially mean an early delivery, but we'll cross that bridge when and if we get there.

A cute foot during a kick to the ribs, and his adorable little face

Everything looked good, so I'm trying to stay positive and stay calm about the fact that I'm 4 weeks away from having a baby!!!!

Head Down and Tightly Packed

The little man finally got himself into the right position. He's head down which is great news... kind of. His current size and position are causing me a decent amount of discomfort, and I definitely have developed a nice waddle to combat the pain. I'm more than willing to endure it, and I'm not really complaining about it as much as simply acknowledging its presence. During my appointment today, my doctor commented that "he seems really crammed in there." Which can be attributed to many things, but perhaps is to to my shape and size and the potential for the little man to take after his Papa Jerry and be a tall boy. My amniotic fluid level was "bordeline" so I have to go for a fluid and growth check on Friday. My doctor promised me he wasn't worried, he was just trying to be safe. I must say, I'm pretty glad to know that I'm not the only one who feels like he's quite well packed in. Everything else looked good... heart rate was strong and I measured pretty right one.

38 days to go!