Thirty? 30!!!

Today marks 30 weeks of pregnancy for me! I can't believe I am already this far along. I never thought I would get here!!! I always envisioned the 30's as the home stretch- It could happen at any time after that point- not really- but my brain has always worked that way. I honestly feel like just a couple of weeks ago I was telling my family and friends about our big surprise. And, soon enough, I will be showing her off for all to see. It's almost emotionally unbearable. I cry all the time thinking about her. And thinking about delivery. I am pretty tough- physically- but I know that I have never experienced anything like this before. . . what if I can't do it? *Confession* I have a mild obsession with the show '16 and pregnant'. I don't know why. It's a ridiculous show. It makes me angry every time I watch it because of the attitudes and selfishness of these kids having kids. I have a series recording set, though, and watch them like a Law & Order marathon. It started with just wanting to see different situations of delivery. I was curious how they varied. Then I got sucked into the story lines. You wanna know something odd? Only 1 (out of the estimated 15-20 episodes) girl decided not to have an epidural. One. And, they didn't show her delivery. Just a clock ticking. . . . . . . . .WHY?! That's the stuff I want to see! All the other deliveries pretty much run the same. Crying out to their moms to hand them their cell phones until they are allowed an epidural, then putting on eyeliner while being told to push. Ugh. OK, that's a slight exaggeration- but seriously, after they get an epidural it seems like they have no pain whatsoever and it's as simple as having a bowel movement to get the baby out. It worries me. But then again, not really. If I had a baby when I was 16 I would probably be pumped with drugs, too. For so many reasons.

We went yesterday to get our 3D/4D ultrasound pictures. Exciting, right? Right. I did everything I was told to do~ I was so hydrated you could have poked me with a needle and water would have leaked out and I ate so much sugar that I was seriously buzzed. When we got into the room I was all giggles -I'm telling you, the sugar- until we saw what Cham Cham had going on in there. Her little arms were crossed at the elbows right in front of her button nose and she was bent -completely in half- with her toes by her ears. Hm. Does she even have a face? Because you can't. see. a thing. We tried and tried to get her to move her arms and legs away from her face... they pumped me with MORE sugar juice boxes and asked me politely to jump up and down and shake my belly. Awk. Ward. K talked to her and told her she better wake up and there she had her first shot at disobeying. She didn't move. Only gave us back to back yawns. . . As if she were saying, "Please. I do what I want, and right now I want to sleep." The ladies were so kind and asked us to come back again next week. So, there I was buzzed and disappointed. I am glad she is modest, but come on! We're your parents!

This week in development is mostly about Sweet baby COG's brain. Growing and growing... and BOY she really gets the hiccups about 4 or 5 times a day. It's sweet <3. This is what State thinks about her so far:

"I'm tired of you reading this book. I'm going to eat it."

Crazy boy. Maybe he'll give her tips when she starts teething.

Until Next Time,
The Guff