May was actually an uneventful month as far as this pregnancy goes. Baby is busy growing, wiggling, kicking and moving, all of which I feel with more and more clarity as she gets bigger!
May was actually an uneventful month as far as this pregnancy goes. Baby is busy growing, wiggling, kicking and moving, all of which I feel with more and more clarity as she gets bigger!
I am just now being reminded of the joys of pregnancy in summer. I think my husband is ready to lock the thermostat as I’m always hot at night, cranking the air conditioning to try to cool off despite the fact that he’s got the sheet and comforter up to his chin, and my children are donning their winter pajamas. Unfortunately for them, my thoughts are they can put on more clothes or get another blanket, I can only take off so much. No one has complained. Probably because they know it would do no good. The dog is on my side and agrees it’s hot (she has an undercoat and a thick coat of fur) and she loves that I’m lowering our temperature at night by 5+ degrees.
I’ve also been reminded on the joys of water retention in the last trimester of pregnancy. When I look down at my ankles/feet, I’m reminded of how my grandmother’s feet used to look — so swollen they were practically oozing over the tops of her shoes. I’ve broken down and asked the intended parents to purchase some compression socks for me. Not that I WANT to wear buy generic proscar no prescription them, but I think it may be necessary for me to wear them as my swelling never seems to completely go away no matter how much I try to keep my feet elevated.
The only thing we have left to do before baby comes is to pre-register at the hospital. We were waiting until we received the pre-birth order. This is the order establishing parental relationship and designating the content of the birth certificate. It directs who the legal parents are, specifically stating that my husband and I are not this child’s parents, and we have no parental rights to baby once born.
I think that my intended parents are just now starting to believe that they are going to have a baby to care for in a little over 5 weeks. Up to this point, I think they were afraid to get their hopes up, just in case something went wrong with the pregnancy. With every doctor’s appointment and sonogram assuring them that baby is fine and healthy, I can see a little of their apprehension dissipating. We are now at the stage where we are confirming details for the birth. I believe it’s important for both of them to be in the delivery room. Part of that is for purely selfish reasons, I’ll admit. I want to see (and hopefully my husband can capture the moment with his camera) the looks on their faces when their daughter is born. I want them to know that all their trials and tribulations have not been in vain, and I want them to have that moment of absolute joy all new parents experience at the birth of a child.