I’m 30 weeks along today, which means 8 to 12 more weeks until the baby comes. I’m guessing it’ll be closer to 8, but I was completely wrong last time, so we’ll see.
Your baby’s about 15.7 inches long now and weighs almost 3 pounds (about the size of a large cabbage). A pint and a half of amniotic fluid surrounds her, but that volume will shrink as she gets bigger and takes up more room in your uterus. Her eyesight continues to develop, though it’s not very keen; even after she’s born, she’ll keep her eyes closed for a good part of the day. When she does open them, she’ll respond to changes in light but will have 20/400 vision — which means she can only make out objects a few inches from her face.
I’ve heard the eyesight thing above is no longer believed to be true, that recent research suggests that babies’ eyesight is better than previously believed at birth. Regardless, the little one is getting heavy. I have gained on the order of 20 pounds; I’m pushing 150. My RHR is much higher than when I’m not pregnant, and I am just exhausted all the time. I have zero tolerance for heat or sun, and lately I’ve been having trouble sleeping, like last night.
I’m trying to keep my spirits up. I mean, there is so much good in my life – baby on the way, beautiful toddler, wonderful husband, good job and good financial situation in general. However, it is tough sometimes. 9 months is a very long time to feel lousy. I mean, it’s nearly a year! I am really struggling to focus at work (hence the blogging) and feeling extremely unmotivated.
In other news, L has spent the last several nights in her own room in the twin bed we bought for her. In addition, I’ve been just putting her to bed and leaving her awake to fall asleep on her own. I used to always stay in the room until she was asleep. This was obviously a necessary step with the new baby on the way. It makes my life easier, but it also makes me a little sad. I used to cuddle her every day at nighttime and on weekends at naptime. Now, I just arrange the covers over her and that’s that. We don’t really have any designated cuddle time anymore. I guess that’s just a part of growing up, but I didn’t expect it to happen so soon.