30 weeks!

30 weeks!!!

This is, of course, a big milestone for the baby. At this point, his survival rates are much higher if he were to decide he was done cooking and wanted to join the real world. But, more importantly, it means I only have 10 more weeks to go! (At the most. Though if he would really like to make Mommy happy, he'll decide he's ready after 8 more weeks. 38 weeks is long enough for me.)

10 (8!) weeks! I can do that! We've got the changing table, and Dan is going to dig the crib from storage this week. I have a ton of clothes and diapers and have put together the list of "little things" I still need. (towels, burp clothes, all the other things that are nice to have around when baby comes home.) The big things are done. Austin has a place to sleep, diapers to dirty, and I can feel my body working on the milk part.

Now, it is time to finally enjoy this pregnancy. I have a few more weeks to soak it all in and actually celebrate the fact that I am growing a baby in my belly. (Don't get me wrong, the aches and pains are still there. And Braxton Hicks. Contractions HURT.) Now, it is time to really start to think about what is coming up and the logistics of the whole birthing and bringing home a baby process. (It occurred to us this weekend that we don't really know where to go when it's "time." Yes, we know which hospital, but we have no idea what entrance, have not pre-registered and haven't even seen the inside of the rooms. Don't worry, it's on my list.)

I've made it 30 weeks! Go me!