Not sure exactly why, but this week has been a milestone I've been looking forward to since I heard our first
beta number. I felt like if she was born at this point at the earliest, she would have a great chance at not only surviving, but at thriving. Of course, now that I know more, I keep thinking the milestone should actually be more like 34, or 36 weeks, but I won't let any of that take away my excitement at hitting 30 weeks. Sometimes I still can't believe it - that we've made it this far. Is anyone getting tired of hearing me say that yet?
I think it's because by the time she's born, it's actually going to have taken some 700+ days to get our baby - if you go back to the moment we started trying on our own to conceive with our
kidsicles. If you go back to when these embryos were created...well, then we're looking at over 1,700+ days to make this kid a reality. Now THAT is patience : )
So I'm here in my hotel room in Chicago, celebrating with a little happy dance. And I'm glad no one can actually see me, because I pretty much lost any rhythm I ever had after I turned 30...Adam can vouch for this.
Adam's holding down the fort at home, mostly remembering to feed Quincy which is good. He tends to forget one dinner for the pup when I'm away, and last night was no exception. Adam said Quincy made a sound around midnight that was a cross between a groan and a cry - and then he remembered he'd forgotten to feed him dinner. Oops. So he sat with the Q while he enjoyed his midnight kibbles. I do have faith however, that Quincy will survive without the odd meal, and that Adam will always remember to give baby girl Brown her supper. Especially if I've cooked it, and it's sitting all ready in the fridge : )
I'm finding it tougher than usual to be away this week - it's my last work trip prior to baby girl Brown's arrival, and while I'm enjoying the work I'm doing here this week, I'm
craving home more than I usually do. And it's an actual craving to be home, to be with Adam, and Quincy, working on our house, thinking and talking about our little one, and being in a place where I can actually DO the stuff you need to do 10 weeks out, versus just blog about it from my hotel room.
It's getting late, so I should probably sign off and get myself ready for bed. On that note, one funny story about my alarm clock here at the hotel. My room has the same Timex nature sounds alarm clock that I have at home. Well, it's actually *almost* the same, and the difference is pretty relevant because at 4:30 am this morning (obviously set by the last person to stay in this room) I awoke to BLARING bullfrogs and chirping birds. BLARING. And I couldn't figure out how to turn it off because the off button is in the exact opposite position as the one I have. Needless to say, this was not the most relaxing way to be jolted out of a deep sleep. I have now learned that the gentle nature sounds I enjoy waking up to at home really suck when full blast. So I've unplugged that alarm clock, and am about to dial down for a wake up call.
Goodnight everyone!
I think it's because by the time she's born, it's actually going to have taken some 700+ days to get our baby - if you go back to the moment we started trying on our own to conceive with our kidsicles. If you go back to when these embryos were created...well, then we're looking at over 1,700+ days to make this kid a reality. Now THAT is patience : )
So I'm here in my hotel room in Chicago, celebrating with a little happy dance. And I'm glad no one can actually see me, because I pretty much lost any rhythm I ever had after I turned 30...Adam can vouch for this.
Adam's holding down the fort at home, mostly remembering to feed Quincy which is good. He tends to forget one dinner for the pup when I'm away, and last night was no exception. Adam said Quincy made a sound around midnight that was a cross between a groan and a cry - and then he remembered he'd forgotten to feed him dinner. Oops. So he sat with the Q while he enjoyed his midnight kibbles. I do have faith however, that Quincy will survive without the odd meal, and that Adam will always remember to give baby girl Brown her supper. Especially if I've cooked it, and it's sitting all ready in the fridge : )
I'm finding it tougher than usual to be away this week - it's my last work trip prior to baby girl Brown's arrival, and while I'm enjoying the work I'm doing here this week, I'm craving home more than I usually do. And it's an actual craving to be home, to be with Adam, and Quincy, working on our house, thinking and talking about our little one, and being in a place where I can actually DO the stuff you need to do 10 weeks out, versus just blog about it from my hotel room.
It's getting late, so I should probably sign off and get myself ready for bed. On that note, one funny story about my alarm clock here at the hotel. My room has the same Timex nature sounds alarm clock that I have at home. Well, it's actually *almost* the same, and the difference is pretty relevant because at 4:30 am this morning (obviously set by the last person to stay in this room) I awoke to BLARING bullfrogs and chirping birds. BLARING. And I couldn't figure out how to turn it off because the off button is in the exact opposite position as the one I have. Needless to say, this was not the most relaxing way to be jolted out of a deep sleep. I have now learned that the gentle nature sounds I enjoy waking up to at home really suck when full blast. So I've unplugged that alarm clock, and am about to dial down for a wake up call.
Goodnight everyone!