HAIR IN A BISCUIT

That sounds gross but, as my Dad would say, Baby Perry is hanging in there like a hair in a biscuit.  Today I am 30 weeks, which means nothing much to me other than the kid has all of her stuff and it's just getting better as I marinate.  There are many good things about this point in her life, one of which means she could be born at any time and likely survive.  The other is that she is getting feisty and likes to comment on my food selections during the day.  A good 15-30 minutes after I eat, she's punching me or at least rolling around wondering when the Mexican food will end.

Had a quick doctor's appointment this morning.  They keep scheduling these things - a trauma in itself for someone who does not like the doctor.  Anyway, her heartbeat is again good.  Mine is too after walking back down to work from the hospital.  There will be another ultrasound in a week and a half to check her growth.  Hello????  Not sure it's necessary, I am a walking advertisement for Chick-fil-a as we speak.  Blood pressure up as always, but this time they are going to give me medicine in a real dosage to combat it.  I like to say they are worried for nothing, but what do I know - they didn't cover this on Grey's Anatomy and certainly Mom and I never got to have this conversation.  The doctor on the phone (my health smart coach, who will assist me in waiving my co-pay when Baby Perry does officially come), warned me about preeclampsia???  and blood clots????  Nothing like talking to doctors who are worried about your blood pressure who like to say things that only increase your blood pressure.

But, we are doing well.  My to-do list is long.  My energy is short.  My comfort is gone.  At least Gracie is cute and David loves to rub and talk to my belly.  He thinks he's talking to the baby.  He's really talking to that taco I ate at lunch (he thought the baby talked back).

I saw a new doctor today - the fourth one that I have now seen.  I like her the best.  She laughs at my jokes and doesn't act all "why so serious..."  Maybe I'll ask her to catch the baby when she comes.

We are still loving our house and enjoying the space it offers.  Yet, we still hang out in the same room.  That will probably change when the baby shows up.  We added to our registry at the baby store last night.  The clerk was a guy who we thought was gay, mostly because he worked in a baby store.  Then he mentioned his wife, which helped lend some credence to the things he was saying.  Could have fooled the heck out of me.  He said something about a lot of women just "whip them out" in the middle of the store (when we were on the breast pump and coverings aisle).  I feel like a 13 year old in that aisle.  Whenever someone says nipples, I just start giggling.

I should probably grow up a little bit in the next two months, or me and the kid will be on the same mental level.  I don't think that's how it's supposed to work.