Reaching 30 weeks has been a huge milestone for me in so many ways. It feels like the end is in sight, and although that scares the daylights out of me in some ways, with not knowing what to expect as far as labor & delivery goes (yet), it also fills me with so much excitement as we prepare to welcome Gavin.
Although the end may be in sight, I'm not quite to the point where I'm dying for this baby to come out just yet. Ten weeks is still a good amount of time for G to keep growing and thriving in there, and we still have a bunch of stuff left to do around here before we are good and ready for him. I still need to update our hospital records with the pediatrician that we chose, we have childbirth and breastfeeding classes coming up at the end of June, and I have barely started thinking about packing our hospital bags. I have piles and piles of baby laundry to do, drawers and closets to organize, and we are still planning on having new railings installed on all of our stairs before G's arrival. Not to mention, I am actually planning to pay someone to give my house a good, deep clean shortly before my due date.
We still have two more baby showers, one of which is at my parents home in NJ this coming weekend. I cannot wait for this special celebration with the family and friends I have grown up with.
So, you can imagine my anxiety when I had one of those days over the weekend where I felt like I may have pushed myself a little too hard. My Braxton Hicks were more regular than I was used to, and I just felt like there was too much tightness going on down there in that belly. I took this as a sign that it was time to slow down, propped my feet up and drank plenty of water. The rest of the weekend was very relaxing and I am so glad I gave myself the break from running around. It made a world of difference.