30 weeks!

Had my 30 week appointment yesterday and now we're on to 2 week appointments.  Getting to this point is always such a shocker.  It's usually when you realize how quickly the next 10 weeks are going to fly by and how much you still have to do.  Especially considering in our case, we've done nothing except buy a car seat and a few gender neutral onesies.

Although the nice thing is that by your third child, you just don't really need much.  I spent so much time stressing over nurseries with the last two children and this one won't have one.  And I don't care.  One single bit.  Both of our other kids spent at least the first two months in our room, and Adalyn was in there until around 6 months, so what's the point?  Two kids will be sharing a room anyway, and since we don't know the gender, it's not even possible to set up a nursery until baby is born and we know who's sharing.

Luckily I went through a well-documented intense nesting period where I organized our house from top-to-bottom so I have all these bins nicely labeled in our basement with things like, "Newborn necessities," "Bottles & pump equipment," and then all the clothes for each gender separated by size.  Hopefully that'll make life easy for me when baby does come.  I can just run down to the basement, grab the newborn bin and be set!

Everything is going well aside from being pretty anemic, which is threatening my homebirth.  Eek!  I've got to get my hemoglobin back up so I can birth this baby at home as planned.  It at least explains why that nesting ended abruptly a few weeks ago and all I've been able to do since is lay on the couch and stare at the ceiling or on the floor while the kids crawl all over me.

I thought I was just lazy, but turns out I have a medical excuse for all the dishes in my sink.

I was measuring right at 30 weeks which I was honestly shocked to learn.  I mean, have you seen my belly lately?  This feels just like it did with Ben, when I was consistently measuring 3-4 weeks bigger than I was.  I can hardly roll over anymore.  I'm just...gr...miserable.  As it turns out, summer pregnancies are not fun.  And it's March!  And I've already gotten a sunburn!  This hot spring is going to be the death of my pregnant self.  I thought being due June 3rd would mean I'd escape all the real hotness of summer, but I'm second-guessing that when we've been reaching 80s...INDOORS...already.  I think all the morning sickness I'm dealing with again is mostly related to the heat.  Chelsea +  heat have never done well together.

Poor Ben has been hit with seasonal allergies.  Just one more thing to add to his plate, I guess.  That poor kid got all the bad genes I had to offer up.  Luckily I grew out of all my allergies, so I'm hoping he will, too, but this is what he's looked like the past few days.

My eyes hurt just looking at him!

Nothing else exciting to report around here except I have an overflowing cabinet of fabric and an itch to sew (finally!), so hopefully I can work up enough energy to tackle some projects and post 'em here!