30 week Bump Attack

Week: 30
Weight gain: 20lbs {no change from last appointment}
Stretch marks: No
Belly button: Out like a big fat turkey
Clothes: Non-maternity, although I have a couple maternity shirts that I love to wear. And leggings. And jeans still fit me {some}.
Baby boy's weight at ultrasound: 3 pounds 5 ounces
Measuring: 1 week ahead
Heartbeat: 148

We are here folks. Week 30. The big countdown begins. I'm not going to say "I can't believe it," but seriously... I can't believe it. Overall, I feel great. I don't have many complaints. Life is keeping me busy. ELLIANA is keeping me busy. And we are doing last minute prepartions for this baby boy. Probably not even quick enough.

I am happy to report that the nursery is finally painted. The furniture is arranged. The rug is in. The bedding and mobile are on the bed. All is left is hanging the curtains up {which matches the bedding}, and decorations. And then of course the big reveal.

Chocolate is giving me heartburn these days. You would think that that would cause me to stay away from it.... but no, very much the complete opposite. It's because of halloween. The holidays. The cold weather. Oh, and the fact that I'm pregnant. About that.

We also had our appointment on Monday. I was thinking about devoting a whole post to this, but I am going to go ahead and just write it here because I already have 3 weeks of posts lined up, and many of them being pushed back, and seeing as how these weekly updates are all about baby boy... this is definitely fitting. I think.

So.Appointment monday. Andrew couldn't come because of work. Which, although he was pretty bummed about this,I knew it would be okay. Thankfully I had my little partner in crime with me as my little support system. And by little, I mean huge support system. My best friend. Who would I rather have accompany me in place of her? No one.

When we arrived to my appointment we were sent to the area "upstairs," I say this in quotes because the area "upstairs" if very unknown to me. I didn't even know anything about it. That it existed. Nor what it was for. In fact, it really didn't dawn on me that it was the "high risk" area until 5 minutes into sitting at the waiting room and I see a woman walk out crying hysterically with her husband by her side trying to console her.

"Okay. Maybe husband being here would have been nice afterall," I thought to myself.
But I put on a happy face, trusted my heart, and knew that everything was going to be alright.
I was right. Everything was in fact okay . I had yet another amazing radiologist that came in after the tech did my ultrasound, sat me down, did the ultrasound yet again {which not going to lie.. scared me a little bit}, and walked me through the whole process putting every worry I had walking into that room aside.

Yes, the white spot is still there. And yes, it still "means nothing," He checked, double and triple checked, to make sure there were no other markers there or that nothing was missed from the last appointment, and again, he found nothing. He proceeded to tell me that my baby boy is perfect in every way and that his heart is extra special.
I love him for that.

Big sister was also wonderful through the whole process. I was really worried that being up this early and having to sit still for so long, that surely we were in for some sort of tantrum. But no. She sat in the chair next to me coloring, calling out "baby brother" on the screen and "ooohing and ahhing" over the jelly and the "wand" going over my belly.

After my ultrasound, we headed back downstairs to see our main doctor, who was great as he always is..."So twins, huh" he says to me as he walks into the room. That funny guy, never missing an opportunity for a joke.

He said everything looked beautiful. All my numbers looked great. Urine great. Blood pressure normal. Measuring right on track. Not to mention... NO WEIGHT gain since last time.
I have to mention this at the end of this weekly wrap up... when we first arrived to the appointment and the nurse called my name to let me know they were ready for me... I scooped E up in my arms, grabbed the large diaper bag and our jackets, and headed in afterwards. She then said to me... words that put a big smile on my face....

"You really have things together you know. You are so ready for number two."
Thank you. Yes, I am ready. And although I don't "feel" like I have things together all the time.. I know that I am doing my best for my family. And hearing those words? Was exactly what I needed that morning.
And she didn't even know it.