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...in Week 29
Cramped Quarters for Baby
Your baby measures about 10.4 inches from crown to rump, or a total length of about 16.7 inches from head to toe, and weighs about 2.7 pounds. As baby grows, conditions in the uterus become a little cramped, so there isn't quite as much room to kick those tiny legs or wave those teeny arms. Therefore, you may feel a little less movement now, but that's normal. If born now, your baby could probably survive outside the womb -- although in a neonatal intensive-care unit. As your due date approaches, you may be feeling relieved and excited, or anxious about motherhood, your baby's health, and labor and delivery.
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Less movement? No, can't say so. In fact, she's kicking my side right now, and I can see my belly stretching a bit. Hubby finds that particular activity disturbing so far, but I'm sure he'll get over it!
Hubby managed to catch con crud at Arisia, and he passed it on to me over the weekend. By Monday evening, I was calling my dad for a list of meds I can take, yadda yadda yadda. I'm much more prone to calling OB/GYN Dad than my actual doctor. She's great, and completely capable, but my dad's my dad, and I can bother him whenever I want (more or less....)
I at least managed to sleep through most of the night last night, with only a few coughing fits. And I think my nose is a little less runny...
I was a complete and total grumpy bitch last night. I stayed late at work to finish up a valuation, and then my Metro train broke down, leaving me sitting on the tracks for 30 minutes, so I missed the MARC train and had to wait for a later one. And then Weis didn't have the fingerling potatoes that I wanted to serve with dinner, and I had to make do with red. I know that's really not a big deal, but at that point I was so tired and stressed and grumpy that it put me over the edge. We got home and Hubby tentatively asked if I needed him for anything. I bluntly told him that unless he intended to help with dinner to get the hell out of my way. He skedaddled (It's a real word! I checked the dictionary for spelling!) pretty quickly.
Dinner was good despite the stupid potato thing, and a few spoonfuls of Barefoot Contessa Orange Chocolate Sauce (I know, sooo not good for me, and I'm sooo not proud of it!) made me feel a bit better. And there was an entertaining episode of Bones, and then Hubby brushed my hair before bed, and the kitties were really sweet and cuddly in bed.
So I'm feeling much better this morning, and I'm looking forward to a weekend of rest and domesticity. I can finish cleaning up the dining room from the Arisia Mother Nature costume, and I think I'll cook some more goulash, because it was awesome and freezes REALLY well. And we'll do some more work in the office-that's-slowly-becoming-the-nursery. And I'm going to make a small-ish trial run of Hubby's birthday cake. His birthday falls on Superbowl Sunday this year, so I'm baking an actual layer cake for the first time in years to bring with us to the Superbowl party. Oooohhhh, I really hope I don't screw it up too badly!
Yeesh. When I logged on to LJ this morning, I was thinking about how this was going to be such a short post, because I really didn't have much to say...
Cramped Quarters for Baby
Your baby measures about 10.4 inches from crown to rump, or a total length of about 16.7 inches from head to toe, and weighs about 2.7 pounds. As baby grows, conditions in the uterus become a little cramped, so there isn't quite as much room to kick those tiny legs or wave those teeny arms. Therefore, you may feel a little less movement now, but that's normal. If born now, your baby could probably survive outside the womb -- although in a neonatal intensive-care unit. As your due date approaches, you may be feeling relieved and excited, or anxious about motherhood, your baby's health, and labor and delivery.
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Less movement? No, can't say so. In fact, she's kicking my side right now, and I can see my belly stretching a bit. Hubby finds that particular activity disturbing so far, but I'm sure he'll get over it!
Hubby managed to catch con crud at Arisia, and he passed it on to me over the weekend. By Monday evening, I was calling my dad for a list of meds I can take, yadda yadda yadda. I'm much more prone to calling OB/GYN Dad than my actual doctor. She's great, and completely capable, but my dad's my dad, and I can bother him whenever I want (more or less....)
I at least managed to sleep through most of the night last night, with only a few coughing fits. And I think my nose is a little less runny...
I was a complete and total grumpy bitch last night. I stayed late at work to finish up a valuation, and then my Metro train broke down, leaving me sitting on the tracks for 30 minutes, so I missed the MARC train and had to wait for a later one. And then Weis didn't have the fingerling potatoes that I wanted to serve with dinner, and I had to make do with red. I know that's really not a big deal, but at that point I was so tired and stressed and grumpy that it put me over the edge. We got home and Hubby tentatively asked if I needed him for anything. I bluntly told him that unless he intended to help with dinner to get the hell out of my way. He skedaddled (It's a real word! I checked the dictionary for spelling!) pretty quickly.
Dinner was good despite the stupid potato thing, and a few spoonfuls of Barefoot Contessa Orange Chocolate Sauce (I know, sooo not good for me, and I'm sooo not proud of it!) made me feel a bit better. And there was an entertaining episode of Bones, and then Hubby brushed my hair before bed, and the kitties were really sweet and cuddly in bed.
So I'm feeling much better this morning, and I'm looking forward to a weekend of rest and domesticity. I can finish cleaning up the dining room from the Arisia Mother Nature costume, and I think I'll cook some more goulash, because it was awesome and freezes REALLY well. And we'll do some more work in the office-that's-slowly-becoming-the-nursery. And I'm going to make a small-ish trial run of Hubby's birthday cake. His birthday falls on Superbowl Sunday this year, so I'm baking an actual layer cake for the first time in years to bring with us to the Superbowl party. Oooohhhh, I really hope I don't screw it up too badly!
Yeesh. When I logged on to LJ this morning, I was thinking about how this was going to be such a short post, because I really didn't have much to say...