Sydnee Grace

Sunday February 15th, 2009

10:37am

6lbs 9 ounces

18.5 inches

30 & 5/7 weeks.....It was beginning to feel like the shortest pregnancy ever until recently that is. At my last doctor's appointment at 29 weeks everything was looking good my fundal height was measuring at 33 cm which those of you who have been pregnant know that after a given time your fundal height coordinates with your pregnancy week. My next appointment is on Christmas Eve. My doctor wants to remeasure before the holidays and do a sonogram to check her weight. My due date might just get moved up a bit which wouldn't bother me at all. I'm ready! I'm tired, achy, sore and very round. Putting on socks has been a 5 minute task these days. Trying to find a comfortable sleeping position is another task that sucks these days and don't even let me get started on trying to bend. I can't wait to sleep on my stomach again and be back to my limber self. The pelvic aches and pains are almost beginning to become unbearable it even hurts to reposition myself in bed. I'm very happy that everything is going well with the baby and that she's growing fine but my body is starting to wear out. I have one more day left of classes/ finals and then I'm done til the end of January. I think I will hibernate after I get my taunting list of things to do before classes resume done.

Everyone has a friend that you'd like to think that you're pretty close with, however she's the friend that always has to "one- up" you. Do you know what I'm talking about?  You say you have a papercut and she says she has a serious staph infection. You say you're having the worst period of your life and she says she's having an early miscarriage. You say someone just broke into your house and stole everything you own she says she has just been carjacked and is leading the police on a high speed chase through the city. That friend!

 The friend that any other day you could just laugh at her silliness, ignore it and move on. I've always known this about her it just took being pregnant to fully realize it. Now I know that she's the last friend I want to talk about "you" with, she is not worthy of knowing how much my life changes on a daily basis, how excited I get when I feel you poke and jab me in the ribs or kick me in the bladder. She doesn't get to know the preparations we've been making for you. 

 Pregnancy has brought new life to things. I learn more and more what I'm willing to put up with and what I'm not and what I've just been putting up with. I look forward to being your mom and being as honest with you as I can about the world you are soon about to enter.