32 weeks and finally counting down

At 32 weeks, I'm going to take a guess at this little man's positioning. Imagine, if you will, the inside of my belly. For a few weeks now, I have been getting pretty strong kicks just under my right-side ribcage, and lately he likes to stretch and hold that position. This quickly makes me jolt up and give him some more room as it is not very comfortable for me! I've also noticed he'll reposition and roll either his bum or knees across the front of my belly. A little lower, I feel smaller movements--almost like tickles. Hands wiggling, perhaps? And for the first time today, I felt him hiccup on the lower left side. Made me laugh out loud to think I have a child hiccuping in my belly...

So, all of my deductive reasoning and logic leads me to believe that he is head down. I'll let you know what the Doc says....

At 32 weeks, I'm starting to get an awful lot of comments from friends and strangers. Some examples...

"Gosh Lisa, you just keep getting bigger and bigger AND BIGGER each time I see you!" I get different versions of this with different people, but this exact quote was from a coworker, who I basically see everyday. Isn't that sweet? Seeing how I still have 8 weeks to grow, I now have images of this 20 pound baby popping out of me. No joke.


"Oh you're in the home stretch"..."Not too long to go now."..."It's the countdown!" These comments aren't too bad, but when I do hear them I get this tune stuck in my head. I'm sorry if you like it, but it definately goes down in my-all-time-most-hated song list. If only because once it's there, it NEVER leaves--ever. It's been bouncing around in my brain for at least a month now (however, if you are familiar with this character it does make it slightly better....).


And inevitably..."So Lis, are you ready?" The answer?  Hell-to-the NO. People, people, people, let me explain something to you.  I am a worrier by nature. It all started in the first grade when I didn't want to be late for school and my brother called me a worry-wort. All. His. Fault.  Because if you're going to be something, then you gotta go all the way.  I take my worry-worting seriously.  Ever since, I analyze and stress about all possible scenarios. And just how will I ever be ready for this??  However, I do have a very important somebody fooled...my doctor.  I laughed when he told me that I was "pretty calm for a first time pregnancy." Ha!

So at 32 weeks am I ready? No. But more ready? Sure. My to-do list is getting shorter, and my days off have been highly productive. Rachel took me to Babies R' Us and helped me register for the necessities. The nursery is painted, the crib is up (thanks Dad!), the glider is in place, the curtains are hung, and I only have 2 more closets to organize. And I even have my Baby Whisperer book that I can start reading so that I'll be the perfect mom in no time flat!

 

Lastly, at 32 weeks, I am loving my Juno. Our daily morning walks around the park make me so happy. I love watching her scare up the ducks and then come racing back to me--her ears flap up and down, up and down. She is my little buddy for sure. I know it'll be an adjustment when the baby comes, but eventually I think she and Little Mister will be the best of friends.