Tadpole’s entering the 6th month in the oven (so to speak), and beginning next month, I’ll be seeing the obstetrician twice a month instead of once a month, as I’ll be entering into my third (and thus last) trimester.
The good Doc mentioned that I should be registering with the hospital for delivery, planning to take childbirth classes, etc. etc. Oddly enough, I hadn’t thought of any of those things until today, when he mentioned it. Just when I’m getting the hang of being pregnant, the idea of the pregnancy ending with the actual childbirth hadn’t hit me yet. What with the summer just starting, October still seems so far away. The will-be nursery is still the guest room, even though I’m thinking of making it have a jungle/zoo theme (since it already has bird stuff in it — a peacock blankie and two wildbird watercolors on the walls). The Hubby, however, suggested an “aliens” theme — but maybe that’s just because he calls Tadpole the little “life form.” 🙂
Well, that’s about it so far. 138 beats for minute for the Tadpole, and I’m at 139 pounds in my 23rd week of pregnancy. More than halfway over.
I *still* have no clue what to name the little guy…