39 Weeks and All Is Well...

Another week, another appointment.

Quick recap:

She scored another 10 out of 10 between the ultrasound and NST. In fact, my amniotic fluid once again went up. I was 8.6 today which is within the normal range for being at this stage of the pregnancy. It baffles my mind to know that I have made it this far when 5 weeks ago they were telling me that my odds of getting her weren't all that good. In fact, not only have I made it to 39 weeks, but the fluid has gone up instead of down. Don't even try to convince me that God doesn't perform miracles every day.

Many people have asked if there is any indication of when she might make her debut. All I can tell you is that God is the only one in on this little secret and as badly as I want her to come soon, I have to trust that His timing is perfect. And let me tell you that I have to remind myself of this almost hourly...especially when the nausea is coming at me full-force. It seems silly that I shouldn't be able to wait another week or two, knowing that I am so close to the end...but after enduring 39 weeks of sickness, each day feels like the equivilant of many, many very long hours. The weeks just go by so slowly. Prayers for mental strength would be greatly appreciated. :)

From my devotions today:

When you complain, you are acting as if you think you could run the world better than I do. From your limited human perspective, it may look as if I'm mismanaging things. But you don't know what I know or see what I see.

 

 

~Jesus Calling Devotion Book

 

 

So here's to working really hard at not complaining about my circumstances, trusting in His perfect timing for this little one, and knowing that God has everything under control...and in a manner that is soooo much better than I could ever do.

Her blanket is finished!

Whew! I did it! I finished her baby blanket!

I can't tell you how happy I am to be done with it...I feel like I have done a million rows back and forth...and this pattern was NOT one of those you could mindlessly work on while watching tv.

Many brain cells later...here it is:

I can't wait to snuggle her up in it.

Ever Increasing...

 

 

Oh...to be this small again...

 

 

I'm feeling particularily large today.

 

The good thing about an ever increasing tummy size is knowing that it brings me closer to holding this little bundle in my arms. :)

 

Here's to being at week 30 today!

 

 

...only 10 more to go!

Baby Profile

Here she is:

Profile picture with her little hand coming up to her mouth...

I may be biased, but I think she is pretty cute!

Ultrasound #3

At 29 weeks along, I had my third ultrasound today. Nothing like being high-risk to get you a ton of these things. I guess it's the silver lining to being so aweful at being pregnant. :) They like to check on baby lots to make sure things are going well...which allows me to see her every 10 weeks or so.

Little bugger is doing great. She's right on target and the doctor's exact words today were: "I don't see anything concerning here...everything looks normal." Music to my ears.

She's 2 pounds and 11 ounces as of today. That puts her in the 41st percentile for weight. We'll see how she changes in the next 11 weeks. She is currently head-down...but since there's still room to groove, that could easily change for a few weeks yet. She's still really good at tumbling and twisting around in there.

The ultrasound techinician was having a grand time trying to secure some of the measurements today as baby was busy moving around. At one point, however, she stopped and was busy fiddling with her toes. It was so sureal to see. She had her little hand curled around her tiny toes, squeezing them. *sigh* My heart grew a size bigger when I saw that. I also got to see her practice her breathing as her abdomen rose and fell. I'm getting very excited to hold this little one and although 11 weeks isn't too long, it still seems far off to me. I'll be glad when April is here!

Another reason to love that month? Because when baby is born: the...nausea...will....END. Yes, 29 weeks and counting and I'm still sick on a daily basis. I just started my third trimester last week and so far this trimester is showing to have lots of relapse days. My mornings (gernerally) are manageable (still sick, but I can function), but by about 2:00-3:00pm it comes back strong. This means that Jason has had to step-up once again and take the lead parenting role once he gets home from work as I am usually stuck on the couch. I won't lie...this is really hard. Both mentally and physically. I had hoped that by this stage of the pregnancy, this constant nausea would be long gone. I guess I'm in it for the long haul. It will make the birth of this little girlie even sweeter.

Although it's tough...I know my God is with me. He'll continue to take care of me and be my source of strength. I'm reminded daily what a blessing health is, how it is such a gift. I'm so thankful that God has allowed me to take this journey one last time. There are so many moments to savor, to treasure, to file away in the depths of my heart. Watching her move, feeling her have the hiccups, seeing my children's expressions as they feel her kicking. Knowing that a miracle is growing inside me...a miracle that has God's fingerprints all over her...a little eternal soul entrusted to my care. The nausea is rough...but it is nothing...nothing compared to the gift of a child.

25 Weeks and Counting

Last week's picture:

It looks like I've just stuffed a basketball up my shirt...but I assure you, I am only pregnant.

I was having a fairly decent day....I like seeing some color in my cheeks again.

Seriously can't believe I still have 15 more weeks with which to grow! *Sigh* I can only imagine how big I am going to get.

Me and My Buga-Boos

Between having some trouble with blogger and not feeling well these past few days, I haven't had a chance to finish my post with details for y'all. It's coming, promise.

But for now...here's a quick pic of me and the kiddos...(all 5 of them)