Week 28: Prenatal Classes and Ziggy's Movements

Now we're definitely in the third trimester (some pregnancy calendars count from 28, not 27 weeks)! On Tuesday, AC and I attended a class on Newborn and Infant Care. I actually knew most of what the instructor discussed from all the reading I've been doing, but I did learn a few new things (like how most pediatricians don't approve of those syringe bulbs to suction out baby boogers since they can damage baby's tiny delicate nose) and was reminded of others I'd forgotten. We got to practice swaddling and diapering a life size baby doll, watched several short videos, and received a packet of useful information.

This time there were about 10 couples, and again all were having boys, except for two women, one of whom was having fraternal twin girls, just like last time! So, again, three girls, and the rest were boys. As AC pointed out, some of the same people were in the class with us, but still at least half were new people.

I had the farthest away due date, so again I won a package of 20 newborn diapers, this time in a slightly higher weight range. I don't think I've ever won so much free stuff in my life! We have our next class on Breastfeeding in a week--I wonder if my luck will continue :)

Ziggy continues to be a very unscheduled child, with quiet days interspersed with very active days--all of my reading indicates that he should be settling into a discernible pattern now, but if he is, it's evading me! He was a lively little bugger yesterday though.

Lately I can feel him kicking me simultaneously in two different locations, like my side and the front of my belly, and frequently something firm and round bulges out on the left side of my tummy, and I'm guessing it's his butt! I think it's hilarious when my belly is all misshapen from his positions and movements. I especially love the rolling, undulating movements across the front of my belly, right around the level of my belly button. Oftentimes I can actually see them better than I can feel them--I imagine he's rolling over and shifting as his quarters get tighter and more cramped. I really wish I could see how he's situated in there.

I have my next appointment in exactly a week, but I don't think I'm having an ultrasound then. Phooey! Unfortunately I'll probably have to wait until I get to California to have one. I would really like to know if the choroid plexus cyst is gone and that everything else continues to look good. Worry and doubt are starting to rear their ugly monstrous heads again!