30 weeks. It sounds so old to me. Now, when I hear of babies born at 30 weeks, I shrug my shoulders. I'm not sure what is different about that first digit being a 3 versus a 2, but it seems to make all the difference in the world. I'm officially 3/4 of the way through a NORMAL pregnancy, less than 2 months from full term. Craziness. I'm feeling very excited to be at this point.
Hannah's room is coming along. We've got the walls painted now, which is huge! Her crib is all set up with the hand made 3 tier ruffled bed skirt (tutorial here) and butterfly mobile. It's nice to be physically able to make things for the room this time around. And to feel like I can put more of myself into her room than I was able to with Warren and Dean. I'll be posting pictures once we get a mattress because, well, cribs look funny without them...they're kind of important. So, assuming we can figure out exactly which one we want, the pictures should be coming very soon :)
Approaching the 30 week mark for me also meant a spike in evening contractions. I'm not at the point of calling the doctor yet since they are better throughout the day, but there is definitely a change in intensity with the evening hours. I know some of that is related to being more active and getting Hannah's nursery ready vs lying on the couch in a constant state of miserable nausea. (So thankful that nausea is COMPLETELY gone) But it's enough to cause me an initial fear of preterm labor being an issue. Of course, I already established just having a 3- at the beginning of my gestation makes me feel so much more comfortable, but how wonderful would it be to have no NICU time and be able to take Hannah home with me right away? I'm not even sure I know the answer to that question as it's so foreign to me. But I'm clinging to that and the hope that we'll make it at least 5 more weeks to give us the best chance of coming home together. That thought brings a smile to my face