We had another good news check up today with the doctor. In the middle of my 31st week, we're closer than ever to getting to meet our little guy.
Right now, he's head down (yay!) and in the position he needs to be in for the big day. He could still move, but chances are he won't. That confirmed that the rapid little "thump-thump-thumps" I feel in the upper half of my tummy are indeed his little feet. The doc gave my stomach a good once over and estimates that he's right at three pounds, maybe a few ounces over, which is awesome. As always, the high point was getting to hear his heartbeat--and between the cold gel used with the doppler and the manhandling she did, the doctor got a pretty good kick aimed at her hands from our little Running Back--in fact, he kicked so hard that my husband could see my stomach move from across the room.
Apparently babies in utero sleep 90% of the time...so that means that our little man either doesn't sleep, or is dreaming that he's on America's Best Dance Crew, because I feel him all the time. I love it. He's a little mover and shaker, and I regularly see my stomach jerk as he dances around. This is especially fun when I'm in the bathtub, because it causes little ripples in the water.
We've been getting our apartment ready for his big arrival--we moved around some furniture in the main part of the house to make it more "family friendly", and have finally started to gain control over the chaos that was taking over the room that will be his nursery. Soon we'll get the paint up in his room, and the real nesting can begin.
I honestly can't believe that you haven't had the nursery set up since you first saw the little p-nut. :)
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