State of the Uterus

I’m 33 weeks today, which means we’re within two weeks of the time when I had Emily… three weeks from when I had Jacob. That’s like, no time at all. So, I’m feeling a little time-crunched, but not quite panicked about it. It’s a, “No, we’re not ready yet, but we can get there” kind of attitude.

The baby has started a daily habit of hiccups, usually in mid-afternoon. I don’t know why that strikes me as even cuter than the regular kicks and squirms, but it really does. Such a human thing to do, I guess.

I’ve finally hit the nesting phase, as evidenced by the fact that I cleaned the bathroom, top to bottom, by hand the other day. I didn’t want to, I had to. I’m actually kind of hoping that particular level of compulsion sticks around, because there are several other household tasks that I’ve been ignoring for far too long, and it would be lovely to find the necessary motivation before our household population increases by one.

We realized that we are still completely uncertain about a boy’s name – and of course I’m feeling sure that it’s a boy, so this is a problem. We’ve narrowed it down to six possibilities, and right now the plan is to bring those six with us to the delivery room and see what feels right then. I understand that a lot of people do that, but the play-it-by-ear approach is very unlike us. So that makes it kind of more fun in its own right. And at least we’re solid on a girl’s name, should my suspicions be wrong.

I haven’t done the profile-by-the-door photo yet this month, mostly because I’m still riding on the high of my photo shoot with Lisa. Suffice it to say, I’m continuing to get bigger, though I think perhaps I’ve “dropped.” Whatever that means. I don’t notice a difference in profile – I look like I’m still carrying pretty high – but I haven’t had that “Ohmygod get out of my ribs” feeling in a week or two.

So, that’s the status, for the moment. It’s all still going strangely well, to the point where my only real complaints about the pregnancy have to do with the fact that I really dislike one of the doctors in the group practice I use, and that I’ve reached the point of awareness that it’s going to be a lot easier caring for this critter inside me than out… which sits right on that fine line of not yet being desperate to remove it at all costs.