Hello! We're at 30 weeks now, and the kicking has increased in its urgency and violence. I swear she's doing gymnastics in there all day long, but it's kind of fun to feel her so much. I'm finding myself referring to her as my daughter instead of the baby, which is a slight mental shift, but an important one. "The baby" was a more detached way of viewing her, as a thing separate from me. "My daughter" gives her the ownership that was lacking before, and really drives home just how crazy a life shift is on the way. As a wise man once said, "it's about to get real up in here."
Our next doctor's appointment is on Valentine's Day, when I will turn in my hospital pre-admission paperwork and birth plan, and they will doubtless give me a kick card and ask me to pee in a cup...again. After that appointment, the appointments will increase in frequency. I'll probably go in again two weeks later, and then once a week in March until she shows her little face.
Her middle name is still up for debate. We'd liked Jane for a while, but now I think we're leaning towards Elizabeth. It has a nice musical sound to it, all rolled together.
I'm a little frustrated that I can't bother to go try on wedding dresses for several months, but I think that, combined with my mom's wedding in September, will be a very good thing -- if I lacked motivation to get back in shape before, I definitely have it now.
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