3/4 of the Way There

Monday marked 30 weeks. It is hard to believe that there are only 10 weeks left. In some ways I feel very ready: the nursery is almost finished, exhaustion has set in, Jillian has taken to kicking me in some rather painful places and I'm having trouble focusing on anything that is not baby-related. At the same time I have no idea (well an inkling maybe) of what I'm getting myself into. Whenever Jeramy and I start discussing the prospect of becoming parents in a mere two months a wild sort of expression of fear spreads across our faces. It's taken ten years of marriage to become good at being a couple. How long will it take us to get this parenting gig down?

With only two weeks between appointments now, it was shocking how quickly my last appointment on Wednesday arrived. Everything went just fine; perhaps my OB will consider giving me the most boring patient of the year award. BP was 108/70, weight was up a little and my belly is measuring right on target at 30cm. She also gave me the results from my 1-hour GTT, which was a lovely 107. Considering that neither weight or family history are on my side, I'm quite satisfied with that number.

This weekend is packed with outdoor activities from family reunions to birthday parties. Usually July is a safe bet in Seattle, but unfortunately it looks like we're getting cloudy skies and highs in the 60's. Hopefully the rain will stay away, and I'll be able to find something with long sleeves that fits me.