This is where the great 80's band, EUROPE, comes out and starts playing, "The Final Countdown" as Ben and I anticipate the last 10 weeks of my pregnancy. 10 weeks, in missionary language (as a few exes had actually said to me in the past, to my great humor and amazement), a transfer, a quarter in school, etc. 10 weeks, I know by the last few it will feel like an agonizing and eternal wait, but for now in comparison to the other 30 weeks I have been pregnant, it's only 10 weeks left. So I will be doing the weekly 10...9...8...7...well, you get the idea :)
So, week 30 and week 10 on the countdown:
I am getting over a flu. Let me just say, it has been an ordeal. I feel like Frodo and Sam on the way back down the mountain following Gollum's manic jump into Mount Doom while the entire mountain crumbles, waiting for the huge eagle to come and save me. This flu has sucked big time. It started over a week ago when I got back from a fun shopping day with a friend. I left her house and was walking the 60 feet between our apartments when I started coughing like I had suddenly started choking on water. From there it went to not being able to breathe, to the next day feeling like someone had injected pure misery and death into my blood. Not fun. Fevers, chills, and many baths and showers later, I started to feel human-ish with an inhaler given to me from my doctor, and a z-pack just for good measure. Lots of rest and priesthood blessings later, I am on the mend. Oh, and with a sick husband. I feel so awful, I wouldn't give this to my worst enemy, and yet I gave it to my sweetheart who works 20 hours a week and goes to school and is looking for a second job. He is busy, too busy for sickness and yet, I gave it to him. I guess childbirth can be part of my karma (for the like the first two hours of labor of course, then karma will have to step back and say, "okay, I think I'm in her debt now that she's in active labor and is going towards transition. My bad..."). I'm definitely kidding, but then again, there is a part of me that is completely serious.
Besides the flu, I got a haircut, and I love it. I feel so pretty, and it's the haircut I've been wanting FOR-EVERRR. Since before pregnancy, and since I can remember. I still have sketches from when I was about 14 where I had drawn out a haircut just like this. Let's just say it was meant to be, and I love it! It's easy, versatile, and cute, and I feel pretty, which is very much needed at the 30 week mark. Pregnancy may make me look like I'm glowing, but I certainly don't feel like I'm glowing anymore. I feel like a whale, and it is an effort just to roll over at night or get out of bed to pee at night. So, this haircut was very warranted to help me feel pretty and I do. Yay for haircuts!
The "Before" Picture
The "After" Picture
Also, at 30 weeks, I feel Finch move ALL THE TIME! I love it, and I can even pin point where he sits the most. He favors my right side, and I oftentimes feel his little back poking out, and if I lay on my side, he will kick out and try to touch the bed with his foot. He seems to like pushing up against anything that touches my tummy. Also, my friend, Sheila, threw me a beautiful baby shower last week (I wasn't allowed to hug or touch anyone, but I loved getting to see people!) and at the party, two of my friends got to feel Finch move and freaked out! It was pretty funny, and he seemed to be a little shy from all of the attention, because he wouldn't move until I had been holding Zola for a few minutes.
We've also found that Finch really likes Zola. I think they will be best friends when he is born. Not only because she is super maternal, but because he always kicks when I am holding her and she starts purring. Everytime she starts purring, he starts to get active. I think it soothes him. Plus, she is very very vocal and when she starts talking up a storm (in cat language of course) he reacts like he does when Ben talks to him, or he hears me talking. She is just as familiar to him as we are, and I think that's pretty cool. He's so responsive with any sounds, that I think he's pretty good at listening and observing quietly.
I am also feeling the third trimester fatigue. I start to fall asleep randomly all the time again, just like when I was in the first trimester. I'd sit down and suddenly wake up later, wondering why it was darker, and why I was where I was. That happens now. Ben will frequently go to get something for me and come back and I'm gone, totally asleep, and totally unaware of how long I have been asleep when I finally wake up. I also get full super quickly, and I feel the joys of acid reflux frequently. I hope that that means that Finch will have lots of hair for me to style when he gets here. He will have to deal with my fixating on styling his hair all of the time, whether he likes it or not. I can't help myself when it comes to styling hair, it is my happy drug.
My 30 week Belly shot
Valentine's Day was spent with Ben and I being sick together and coughing, while eating a heart shaped pizza from Papa Murphy's and some slightly burnt cookies. It wasn't glamorous, but it was so much fun. I can't ever get over how perfectly Ben and I fit together. He isn't just the love of my life, but truly is my bestest best friend. We laughed the entire night, well actually laughed and then coughed and tried to laugh as we fought for air while coughing the entire night and it was the most romantic Valentine's day ever because it was just us, being together, doing absolutely nothing but enjoy each other's company. I woke up with Ben giving me a kiss goodbye before heading off to school and work, him wearing the exact same shirt he proposed to me in (his fireman shirt, because he got the fire station to bring a fire truck and stage a fake evacuation before he proposed :) ). I then woke up an hour or two later to see my entire house covered in post its with messages of love, encouragement, and compliments so I would be able to look anywhere while at home, and read his words everywhere I went. He is such a good man, and makes me so happy. We truly grow closer to each other every day and I can't help but fall more and more deeply in love with him every day. God truly knew where I'd be happiest, and it is with my eternal sweetheart :)
The night that Ben proposed to me, and of course, I said yes :)
And of course, this is us today, at our last date night. Isn't he a hunk? We'll have such beautiful babies ;)
And that is it for week 30 and week 10 of the final countdown. There will be more to come next week after we get to go back to the doctor and hopefully have our 30ish week ultrasound. I'm excited to see my little bird and how much he's grown. Btw, he's the size of a large cabbage today, and weights 3 something pounds. What a big boy! :D
Love,
Liz, Ben, Zola, and Finch :)
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