The calendar turned to March which means our baby is due NEXT MONTH!
At 33 weeks, we graduated our Infant Care class and now know how to 1) calm a crying baby, 2) bathe a baby, and 3) perform infant CPR. Supposedly. We shall see!
Among other things, we learned the five *miraculous* steps to soothe a colicky baby: swaddle him, turn him to his side/stomach, shhhush him, swing him, and give him something to suck on. Again, we shall see. : )
We also started another series of classes on Prepared Childbirth, aka the don’t-panic-when-you-start-to-feel-contractions class. I don’t know which is worse.. going into labor not knowing anything, or going in knowing all the things which could go wrong? I am tempted to think that ignorance is bliss. And I wonder why God made the birthing process so painful?
At 33 weeks I started experiencing shortness of breath. Sleeping is getting more difficult. My clothes don’t fit and my bras really don’t fit.
Also at 33 weeks… I got really worried for the first time about whether baby was doing ok inside me. A couple days ago, he didn’t move very much and I started going paranoid waiting for and counting his kicks. Doctor says there should be 10 movements every 10 minutes, but I only seemed to feel a couple… definitely not ten…
Thankfully he seems back to normal now — kicking, punching, and hiccuping a storm. Amazing, though, to realize how much I love this child already and would die if anything were to happen to him. I imagine this is what the Father’s love is like.
And in other fabulous news: SEVEN DAYS OF SCHOOL LEFT!