Brian and I have made quite a few strides towards being comfortable calling Las Vegas home. Although Chicago still wins (except for the snow), our visit at the beginning of this month really solidified to us that we no longer live there. We even visited our apartment and were completely comfortable seeing our lovely tenant's furniture in our former living room. I hope she is as happy there as we were. We still don't have any friends outside of work colleagues though, but we are hoping that will change once the baby comes and I sign up for some Mommy/Baby classes.
Things have calmed down significantly at work since the end of November. I had a bit of a rough patch where I was constantly stressed, felt like I had a million upcoming court dates at once, and my BP was significantly elevated. I will spare everyone the details of what was going on, but I will at least say that we are getting close to a settlement, and even if we don't get there, I'm ready for the challenge.
On Monday, I start week 31 of pregnancy, which means it's only 5 more weeks until I am full term, and 9 more weeks until I am officially due. I think I would go completely insane if I didn't think of it in terms of when I am full term, because 9 1/2 more weeks trying to do laundry with this belly just makes me tired. I am in full pregnancy mode, going to the bathroom every 20 minutes, having to lean backwards in my office chair to have enough room so the Belly doesn't get crushed by my desk, and struggling to pick anything up off the ground. I have started having some Braxton-Hicks contractions, but they aren't regular, so there is nothing to worry about. With that, here is the latest side-view photo. This was taken at week 28, so I am probably already significantly larger than that.
We are fully prepared baby-gear wise, and are even almost all set clothing wise in the 0-3 month category. The only thing we are now behind on are baby bottles, pacifiers, creams, diapers, and the rest of those essentials. I have no idea what to buy in terms of baby bottles or formula since I do intent to exclusively breastfeed for the duration of my maternity leave. But, they do tell you to be prepared in case I am not physically able to for whatever reason. Brian says he didn't marry a woman with hips like mine to have c-section or formula-feed his baby. I'm glad he's so confident. We also have grand plans to switch to cloth diapers once she's big enough to fit into the one-sizes (I don't want to bother with prefolds and diaper covers, it seems like too much of a hassle), and to make our own food once she's eating solids.
Spring is a mild form of summer in Las Vegas, and I won't let the Belly stop me from enjoying the sun. Maternity swimwear, here I come!
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