This week my "nesting" instinct has hit full force, much to Brian's dismay as I have forced his help. We have been prepping the apartment for our new tiny resident. Our apartment has always been a bit on the cramped side. We love that it has two bedrooms, but squeezing two bedrooms into 620 sq ft makes for small spaces. So we are trying to purge a majority of our things in order to have more space for baby. This week we went through our closets and dresser and ended up giving a few garbage bags of stuff to goodwill. We also went through our many, many books, took some to goodwill and put others into boxes for storage that we won't be "needing" for the next couple years, but aren't ready to give up quite yet. Now we have a couple rows in the book shelf for baby books and toys. Since it was almost 50 deg the other day (!) we even cleaned out the car to make room for a stroller and car seat! We feel so grown-up haha. We are making progress slowing, but surely. I am just hoping that Baby Bird is cozy enough where he/she is right now so that we can get prepared because right now, it looks like a BOMB went off!
I'm still feeling pretty good. The Braxton Hicks contractions have picked up the past few days. I've been having them for a couple months now and they aren't painful, but they are for sure uncomfortable. My doctor told me to call in if I am having more that five/hour. This seems to happen almost every day. I don't want to be annoying an call in all the time, but I also don't know when to ignore them and when it's serious. So basically I am drinking a million gallons of water in case I'm dehydrated, I take lots of warm baths, and try to walk or lay down. Sometimes these help, sometimes they don't. All I know is that it's exhausting! I'm hoping that this isn't a sign that Baby Bird want to come early. Brian seems to think that maybe our due date is off because my uterus is measuring so big and I have so many contractions. But what do we know? We've never done this before!
(L) A picture of me that my nephew drew. The squiggly is Baby Bird in my tummy! (R) A tiny little hat I knit for baby. It fits in the palm of my hand!
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