I went to the doctor yesterday and got an excellent report. Baby girl's heart beat was great, and I'm healthy too. She's measuring about a week ahead (33 weeks), but the doctor says that's normal. Baby girl has a favorite spot just above and to the right of my belly button. She curls up in it. I can see it and feel it. I told the doctor, and she could feel her. She said she thought it was her little butt nuzzled up in that spot.
Here's the belly in the nursery. I'm hoping to get some things hung on the walls to show off soon. My sweet friend, Stephanie, made the diaper cake and surprised me with it yesterday! It's so cute; I had to show it off. She just had an adorable little girl a few months ago. I'm looking forward to having a fellow new mom to share the early times with.
I also went to visit a friend of mine that has a precious brand new baby boy. It was wonderful to get to catch up with her and hold her little bundle. It is always amazing to see and hold a new life, but there was something much more real about it now. I could feel my little baby moving around while holding her sweet baby. It was surreal. It just made it a little more concrete that I have a new life growing inside of me.
Ellie is a big fan of the new carpet and had to sneak into the picture. Everyone keeps telling me how much I'm going to hate her once the baby is born, and I wish they would stop. Don't get me wrong; I hate her sometimes now. The other day she barked for 5 minutes just because I opened a trash bag, but she's a dog. That's what she does. I have loved dogs so much for my entire life, and it really breaks my heart when people say that I'm not going to love my dog anymore. I know she will have to take a backseat, but I'm going to love her just the same. It really bothers me. I've even been having nightmares about it. The world likes to portray the idea that pregnant women are crazy hormonal monsters, but I've decided that the world is just plain mean to pregnant women-at least verbally. I'm fairly certain the general public and well meaning friends and family just lose brain cells when talking to pregnant women. People say the rudest and dumbest things. I will give the world credit for being physically helpful and nice. I've had more groceries carried for me, doors held, and just general kindness since I've been pregnant. Those people are nice; it's the chatty people you have to watch out for.
I have to give myself some credit here too. Everyone knows that people say crazy things to pregnant women, and I really thought I wouldn't be able to control my vicious comebacks. I think I've taken the comments with very few comments or eyerolls on my part. I'm trying at least.
That's enough of my pregnant lady rant. I'm so blessed and don't want to complain about anything. This pregnancy has been wonderful. I'm so thankful that I've felt really well and strong during the process, and I'm even starting to feel stronger. There is something so encouraging about feeling the baby move so much. It's like I have a little teammate with me all of the time. She's wiggling around, and I'm thinking we can do this!