I'm trying not to psych myself up too much with expectations of delivery. I'm optimistic. We're finally getting our bag packed for the hospital. All I can do is be prepared as much as possible and try not to lose my mind. Last night was rough. I was sore all over and didn't sleep well...got up every hour or two...not typical, but sucky nonetheless.
But, I can't complain. In the last week a co-worker and my sister-in-law both miscarried. While I'm worried about weight gain and sleep and heartburn, they're mourning their losses and probably considering starting the process over and looking at an anxious road ahead. I remember feeling like that even for that day in November and I know I am fortunate.
As of my appointment last week I had gained 24 pounds. I'm getting a little bit ahead of myself but I honestly don't see how it is my fault. I'm eating well and not too much...here's hoping that it is water weight. Baby is still head down, good heartrate, etc.
And we think we know what we're going to name him. We're trying it out right now, if we decide for sure we'll let everyone know. It shouldn't be a surprise to anyone.
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