*Supposedly; they were supposed to arrive between 8 and 10 and it's now 10:17 and they aren't here yet.
*They called Chris at 10:50 and said it'd be 20 minutes. Shocker: it's 11:15 and they aren't here.
*They just called and said they were on their way but were going to stop and pick up some supplies and get lunch. ROLLING EYES SO HARD. This is totally messing up my half day off. I'm going to be late to work. Frustrating.
A few pics of the belly, week 30.
Same-outfit-26-weeks-versus-30-weeks-comparison edition (with bonus stupid face in the 30 week pic!):
Alien-in-the-belly edition (you will probably want to turn off the sound to avoid the obnoxious pregnancy reality TV show in the background):
So there you have it. In terms of how I'm doing, fairly great. I am one of those unbearable women who love being pregnant in general. However, if I were to go down a checklist, there are definitely times of discomfort. Peeing constantly, aching vagina, sore hips, itchy skin, ribs stretching out. I can't tell if my feet and ankles are swelling or if they're just overall fat like the rest of me. But oddly enough on an overall basis I forget all that and just love it. Still no stretch marks. Still not in the slightest bit confident I'll be one of the lucky ladies to avoid them - I'm sure they're coming. They're just teasing me. Jerks.
It's been a while since we got really great pictures of her from our twice monthly appointments. A few 3D ones where she just looks like a blob of melting wax. A few fuzzy profiles. A creepy skull shot. Hopefully on Thursday at the next one we'll get something worthy of sharing. (Update: nope. Another creepy skull and a blurry foot. Pity!) She takes after her dad and isn't a fan of getting her picture taken. Or attention at all really - the second I try to share her kicking or movement, or get a video, she stops. I had to trick her into getting the video above.
Goofy girl is the love of my life.