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30 weeks. We're in the final stretch. 10 more weeks - maybe less - until I hold my baby boy in my arms. What a thought. It almost brings tears to my eyes, except that I can hardly believe it myself.

I couldn't be happier to share that I passed the 3-hour GTT. That sound you hear is me exhaling as I wipe the sweat from my brow. If I had to go all summer without a snowball or ice cream, I would be one miserable pregnant woman. Instead, I can indulge in a slice of cheesecake without putting myself or my little one in harm's way. We're back to boring. And I love it.

BP is good. Sunshine's heart rate is perfect. Weight is consistent with 1 lb. a week (about +32 lbs so far). My fundal height is measuring about 32 weeks but my OB said that although it is a bit big, it is completely normal. Does this mean I have a big boy on my hands? I hope he doesn't get TOO big because I can't imagine pushing out an 8 or 9 lb. baby vaginally.

I asked her about safe bug repellents, as I'm being eaten alive every time I attempt an outdoor exercise routine. She said that pregnant women have a different PH level that makes us more susceptible to mealtime for insects. She recommended natural citronella oil or Off Spray for Babies, so I'll be hitting the drugstore at some point this weekend to ward off the buggers.

The most exciting part of the appointment was finding that he is officially head down. Hopefully, he stays that way and he's just an early bird like his Mommy. His movements are becoming less swift kicks and more bumps, bulges, and belly quakes. I guess he is slowly running out of room in that Ole' Ute. This week, I've finally been able to identify hiccups. They are really soft, rhythmic taps every few seconds inside below my bellybutton. They last for about 10-15 minutes. Sometimes, I can see him jump from the outside. At first, it made me grin to think he was drinking too fast or breathing in fluid. But then I noticed that he gradually becomes irritated and unsettled as the hiccups continue. So, I reasoned that perhaps the hiccups are of the more painful variety and now, I just rub my belly and assure him it will all be over soon.

This weekend is our birth class. I am looking forward to it, although I'm not really sure what to expect. Even if I don't learn much more than I've already researched, it will be good for DH to see all that is involved and assume his role as my coach and support. We'll also have our hospital tour so we'll get to see what's in store for us. It's unbelievable to think that I could be delivering there soon. Blows my mind.

I'm aware that I owe you guys a belly pic. I promise I'll have DH take one tonight so I can share it with everyone. I feel humongous and it doesn't help that people keep commenting that "I can't believe you have to go all summer long! That must be a BIG baby!". I should be proud of my big bump but instead, I find myself ashamed and self-conscious. Hopefully, along with growing a little human, I can also grow a backbone over the next few weeks and tell people to piss off. Sweetly of course.