29 Weeks, 6 Days...

So after tomorrow I'll be 30 weeks....10 weeks before my due date and my little guy makes his debut. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't freaked out. Every day I imagine how the whole labor thing will play out. I understand that women have been doing this for thousands of years and it's what my body is made for, however I've never done this and when my pregnancy app on my phone is telling me that he'll be comparable to the size of a watermelon on delivery, well my special spot gets very nervous. I mean come on, as I've never had anything that size near it ever (despite the fact that I'm married to a giant he is in no way close to being the size of a freaking watermelon) it's a terrifying and daunting thing to think about. Plus, I really don't like the fact that people will be seeing everything I have all laid out. I can barely see what I'm doing to shave and clean it all up, I'm sure it'll be a jungle by the time the baby is born. Sorry I should have prefaced this post with a giant "TMI will be given!" but I'm already writing and I don't feel like moving the cursor back to warn the people that are probably puking in their mouths right now. Anywho so that is my constant thought and fear.
I had to stop taking the sleeping pills. As it turned out they were making my anxiety worse. So much so that I started falling into depression. The Dr wanted to put me on anti-depressants, to which I read up on and realized that it made me way too nervous imagining exposing my unborn child to anything more. I stopped taking the sleeping pills, which weren't really helping anyway, and within two days felt (somewhat) normal. Now I just feel tired and crappy all the time, but I'm not crying over everything and refusing to get off the couch. Yesterday I woke up at 4 am, by the time I was supposed to be getting ready for work I had an upset stomach, dizzy spells and a migraine coming on. I didn't end up going in, which bugs me because I end up sitting in my recliner all day staring off into space because I can't, you guessed it, sleep. My previous post about feeling like Christina Bale is still holding true.
Nicholas is moving constantly, so I know he's feeling pretty good. Phil has been playing with him by poking him until he moves in retaliation. It's fun for them, but killing my bladder. I know he's getting anxious to meet our little one. We all are. But we're almost there, just gotta stay patient just a little more!
10 weeks to go!!