This is a big 3-0 that I don't mind reaching (I wasn't as crazy about my 30th birthday). I'm 30 weeks today and, officially, 7 weeks plus a few days from my induction. Less than two months! I can hardly believe it.
I had an appointment earlier this week with my OB, which included another growth scan, and an appointment with my MFM, and everything seems to be going well. Baby (still no nickname) is growing and looking fatter by the week! She weighs 3 pounds and is in the 46th percentile. An epidural is out for me, so I'll take a baby on the smaller side, thank you.
I saw my therapist last week and she encouraged me to start thinking about some preparation for the little one. I have been reluctant to do anything beyond making a detailed list of things we need that I can order from the hospital, but I took what she said to heart and talked it over with my husband. He said he is ready to prepare a bit and that gave me the confidence to do the same. We've since ordered a glider and ottoman and selected a crib and dresser (we haven't ordered them yet, but I will). It feels crazy to be planning for this baby to arrive (and to be alive)... but it also feels exciting and really, really good, so I am going with it. We also booked a weekend getaway in early December (just to the mountains, no airplanes).
October flew by and I am hoping that November will do the same and be similarly uneventful. Next week we see the high-risk OB and will talk over the details and timing of the induction. When she brought this up around 14 weeks, I barely listened because it seemed improbable that we would get there, but now I'm looking forward to learning some details and perhaps even scheduling it. Yikes.
I'm getting kicked as I write this and it is just the best feeling... keep it up, little one.