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I'm now over 30 weeks pregnant. I can't believe it. Somehow, hitting 30 weeks made me feel like the end of this pregnancy is so much closer. In a flurry of anxiety, I made Marty put together the bassinet and the baby bouncer last night. I am sure I will laugh at the fact that I said this later, but, I hope I don't go early this time around. I was 37+3 when I went into labor with Eph (37+5 when he actually came), and if I were to be in labor 7-8 weeks from now, well, I just don't feel ready for that.
I've still *only* gained 15 lbs. I say only, because I had no problem gaining 30 lbs with Eph, but I think it will be a lot less this time around. It is weird because I feel so darn huge. We'll see what I weigh in as at the midwife's office on Thursday.
We had a semi-productive weekend organizing the house, but there is still, of course, a ton left to do.
I've still *only* gained 15 lbs. I say only, because I had no problem gaining 30 lbs with Eph, but I think it will be a lot less this time around. It is weird because I feel so darn huge. We'll see what I weigh in as at the midwife's office on Thursday.
We had a semi-productive weekend organizing the house, but there is still, of course, a ton left to do.