I started week 29 demonstrating my complete lack of "Cat-Like Stealth" by walking into a wall. We need to call Cat's mom to find out what type of bean we need to plant to keep my poor child from inheriting my "grace".
My update from Baby Center says that the baby now weighs about 2.5 pounds and is a bit longer than 15 inches from head to heel. His muscles and lungs are maturing and his head is getting bigger (but not too big, I hope) to accomodate his quickly growing brain. His nutritional needs reach a peak during this last trimester. For the last few days, I've been craving milk. This now makes sense as I read that the baby takes approximately 200 mg of calcium each day.
I didn't think I could actually become more emotional at this point, but I'm shocked to find that I can. I'm hoping most of that is due to the extremely tough week I just had at work. If not, I'm going to take up a collection to send my poor husband somewhere safe while I live out the rest of my pregnancy days a weeping, moody mess.
I've been keeping track of the baby's movement for the past week. He made me a little nervous on Thursday because he had apparently decided that napping was a better idea than kicking for mommy. None of the usual recommendations for getting a baby kicking were working for me. I ate something, drank a giant glass of very cold ice water, laid on my left side, sat up, stood, laid on my right side. Nothing.
They recommend that you do your kick counts in a quiet room. Not for the baby, but so mommy doesn't miss any subtle movements. That's what I was doing when Cat came in. He immediately turned on the television and started to read "The Stinky Cheese Man" to the baby. Wouldn't you know it? That got him kicking.
It figures, really. I have a history of reading and watching television at the same time. Cat? He'll read, watch television and listen to a baseball game on the radio all at once. The only time it is quiet in our house is when we are sleeping. No wonder the baby thought that's what he should be doing.