30 weeks

Wow, this feels like the final countdown is starting. 30 weeks is like, a lot pregnant. Very much pregnant. I could theoretically have this baby during a week that starts with a 3 and ends with a 8 or 9.

At our appointment this week the baby was still in transverse position and the midwife gave us a very nonchalant, no big-deal, no need to worry update that hey, the baby has been hanging out in that position for awhile and why don't we start working on getting him/her to move to a better position. Of course this freaked me out and now I am constantly doing cat cow position or sitting on my birth ball or doing pelvic rocks. We still have PLENTY of time, but it dawned on me just how comfy this little one has been in that position and I need to shake things up a bit to get them all comfy and head down.

I'm currently weighing in at 140 (22 pounds) and I just got my first taste of ankle swelling. I had zero swelling with Piper, but apparently 12 hour shifts + God awful summer heat + pregnancy = swelling. It's nothing bad at all and a few hours after I prop my feet up it is pretty much gone.

Patrick and I ask each other often "Right now, what are you thinking the baby is?" And the past few times I've said I think its a boy. Not for ANY particular reason, I have just been having a boy vibe lately. This is crazy to me because a) I would love for Piper to have a sister, 2) I really can't fathom having a little boy d) Boys are still an anomaly in our family.

p.s.- I really loathe blogger. I will try for 20 minutes to straighten my photos or take out an extra space between paragraphs and it never lets me. So all the times it looks like I just slapped a post on my blog and ignored the fact that photos don't line up or that there is a gigantic gap in the middle of the page - really I cussed and fought it and eventually just gave up and posted the dang thing.