So 33 weeks - 40 weeks = 7 weeks (give or take a week) = BABY TIME. Folks, that's single digit weeks that I can almost count on one hand...almost. I'm nearing the end and have begun to get periodical feelings of dread thinking about the day of birth (well labor is where the dread is stemming from). We have three baby classes coming up. One tonight (Baby Care), then a two parter in the beginning of Aug (Birthing Prep) and then an infant CPR class. There's another class called "Just for Dads' that Bryan doesn't know he's attending yet...apparently it's just for dads.
The nursery is coming together finally. The summer time temp doesn't help the forward production at all, especially since the room is upstairs (heat rises most definitely). BUT the room is painted, the wainscot is up, the dresser is getting final touches and the crib is assembled. It's starting to look more and more like what it's intended to be and you can be sure I will post pictures when it's complete.
Little baby Auman is getting big, not only is my belly protruding more but her punches and kicks have reverted more to extended pushes like she needs to stretch out. She still bulges out sometimes and I can never tell which part of her it is...I just know it's not very comfortable for me because usually she's pushing back on my guts or something. I just give her a gentle rub and she rotates back down eventually. What I find cool is when she pushes down near the bottom of my belly AND she pushes up into my ribs at the same time. I think I actually felt her little heel last night poking out. It was protruding out like crazy and it felt like a little boney cone if that makes sense. Another lady asked me if I was having twins...my doc keeps assuring me that my measurements are normal. So there...lady.
