As of today, Sunday night, I'm 24 weeks, 2 days. While some expecting women are excited to reach 24 weeks, it actually makes me a little more nervous. Yes, 24 weeks is concerned viability, but I've been in the NICU taking care of those 24 weekers and it's not an easy life for the baby. The odds are against them, they need lots and lots of help to live, and sometimes the outcome isn't quite what you expect. I think I'll feel more comfortable once I reach 28-30 weeks. It's tough, because it's the gray zone now.
I asked Joe to take this picture and while I didn't think it would turn out as a silhouette, I'm going with it. The more maternity pictures I take, the more I realize I need to work on my posture. I feel like I've popped finally, but I also feel like this picture makes my bump look a littler larger than it is.
Most recently, I'm craving ice cream and chocolate, but not chocolate ice cream. Thus far I've gained 14 pounds, which is supposedly on track. I worked out twice this week and fortunately I'm starting to feel less out of breath.
I mentioned a couple of posts ago I'm attempting the bedding for R2D2's nursery. I've successfully finished the crib skirt, woo hoo, but I'm still working on the quilt.
Here's a pic of the front of the first quilt I attempted. I'm not a fan of the green butterfly squares (too yellow-green) and the seams don't really quite match all that well, so I attempted an easier pattern. My goal was to finish it tonight, but, yeah, I'm still working on it. I'm very glad I'm making her bedding, but I need to stop thinking I can just dominate stuff I've never tried. I've never quilted and for some reason I thought I could do miter corners and make the look nice. Yeah, ditched that idea. Then I thought I could do pretty free motion quilting, yeah, that was even worse than the mitered corners. Eventually I'll have more final photos and Joe will have my sewing stuff out of the basement, but I must be patient.