28 Week Check-Up

Only 80 more days to go until my due date!  I can't believe it is so close yet so far away.  I don't know how much room I have left in my tummy but I guess everyone probably feels that way.  We went to the doctor yesterday and I did my gestational diabetes test.  The drink wasn't that bad at all.  I held my nose while drinking it in case it was gross but when I was done, the after taste wasn't bad at all.  It did make me feel a little nauseous for a couple of minutes but that was probably because I didn't get to eat anything before.  I won't get my results back until Monday so I will update again then. 

We got to see Vince again.  He is so much bigger than before but we didn't get a good look at his face at all.  He is facing my back so we didn't get a good face shot.  We got one, but even Keith and I can barely tell what is what. :)  He is all on my right side.  His feet are right under my right rib.  There is always something sticking out there so I was very curious to see what it was.  His little feet are so cute!  His back and booty are also on the right side and his head is facing down already.  So instead of kicking my cervix, he is punching it.  I sure wish he would utilize the left side a little bit but I really don't have very much room in there so he's probably stuck! :)  He weighs approximately 1 1/2 pounds so far and they said everything is growing at the rate that it should be.  My due date is still June 14th. 

I'm getting really anxious about the birthing process as I'm sure everyone does.  Sometimes I'll just be lying in bed thinking about things and then all of a sudden I have a mini panic attack.  There is a baby in there and it HAS to come out sooner or later and then I'm going to be a mom and have someone that I have to take care of forever and what if I'm no good and what if I can't handle the birth and on and on and on.  Cuckoo.  That's what I am sometimes.  Then other times I am just so excited and ready for him to be here that none of that other stuff even crosses my mind. 

My belly is getting so big and bulky now that I feel like the clumsiest person on the planet. I knock things over all the time and then struggle to pick them up.  I am constantly asking Keith to do things for me and I hate that I do but once I get situated in a chair or something...it takes FOREVER for me to get up. I'm sure it would be quite hilarious to watch me get in and out of bed 4 times a night to use the bathroom.  What with me struggling just to get up out of all my pillows and then trying not to step on the dogs who HAVE to sleep on my side. It's like Comedy Central at our house at night. :) He has been the best through this whole process.  I'm always apologizing for asking him to do so much and he is always so sweet about it.  I annoy myself when I ask him to do something because they are usually things that I would normally need no help doing at all.  Like putting my flipping socks on!  Or shoes.  Or getting out of the chair.  Or getting something off of the floor.  I don't feel bad about the big things like mopping the floor or vacuuming, but these little things are killing me!  And him too I'm sure, although he never shows it. 

It's all for the greater good though and when I feel him move or hear his little heartbeat, it makes it all worth it.  I still can't believe that in less than 3 short months, I get to be his mom and Keith gets to be his dad.

Love you all,
Jen