Sunday, March 4, 2012

3/4 of the way there!

If pregnancy were 

--a marathon, I'd be at 19.65 miles 

--a cross-country drive from Pittsburgh to L.A., I'd be just shy of the 27.5 hour mark 

--the MCAT, I'd have gotten through 108 multiple choice questions and 1.5 writing samples 

Yep, that's right: tomorrow marks 30 weeks in this loooooooooooooooong process! That means baby's most likely weighing in at 3+ lbs. and stretching to as many as 17 inches! It also means my already problematic hips are killing me and making it nearly impossible to sleep which, in turn, makes my hips hurt even worse. 

I'm now at the point of every-two-week OB appts. and what I'm guessing are Braxton Hicks contractions every now and again. Plus, I felt a little foot (or was it a hand?) stuck in my ribs the other day. Ow! That was not a pleasant feeling. 

I mean, my belly doesn't look that big, right?! 
From the looks of that belly, I don't think I'll be running a marathon any time soon . . . or sitting in a car for a drive across the U.S. of A. (and trust me, I'm not planning on medical school either) . . . . though we are flying to Vegas later this month. Maybe baby will give us some luck at the slot machines :).  


  1. Hey tummy pics! Admit it, you wrote this blog especially for me now didn’t you?

    You’re lookin’ good at 30 weeks. And to know baby is growing is even nicer.

    Do you look fat? Nope.

    Ask Brad to “gently” press on your tummy @an area where baby might be. Who knows, perhaps Jr. will push back.

    You’ll be amazed how quickly it’ll all disappears once Jr. pops out. Thanks so much for sharing this with the entire world! Thanks for stopping by my blog, every now and then.

    All the best.

  2. Brad is still fascinated every time he feels the baby move - he thinks it's just the coolest thing. I feel like there's a rock concert going on in there, sometimes several times a day. But it makes me smile.

    Let's hope the weight just melts off . . . I've gained waaaaaaaay more than I look like I've gained, let me tell you that much . . . .