I had my 30-week OB visit today, and now I'll be going back every 2 weeks instead of every 4 weeks. The nurse is going to call me tomorrow with my c-section date. They're scheduling the c-section. Scheduling the c-section! I'm not sure you heard me: they're scheduling the c-section. That means we are getting seriously close now.
I had to get up and go to the kitchen to look at the calendar and make sure I was right that I'm 30 weeks tomorrow. At 30 weeks, things start going very quickly for me. I was chatting with another pregnant woman who said she has the opposite experience: in the beginning it feels like she's flying along, but then the last couple of months are an eternity. For me, I think it's a matter of how big a chunk "one week" is of the time remaining. When I go from 8 to 9 weeks pregnant, I've reduced my remaining time by about 1/30th. Whoop-dee-do. When I go from 33 to 34 weeks pregnant, I've reduced my remaining time by about 1/5th. That's significantly more exciting.
Listen, don't quibble with me about my math. It's nearly 11:00 at night, and I've just spent twenty minutes trying to figure out if I was supposed to make the fraction out of the 33-week-mark "time remaining" or out of the 34-week-mark "time remaining," and I have furrowed my brow in vain because I still don't know. Furthermore, I no longer care. I am pregnant and I am crabby, and you do not want to correct my calculations while I am still holding this well-sharpened pencil. Let's just agree that I'm right in spirit if not in actual mathematical fact.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...