We had our doctor’s appointment today. Everything was perfect; the baby was even showing off to the doctor by moving around while he was measuring me. The heart rate was a lovely 142 bpm. Our next appointment is in three weeks and after that we’ll be going every two weeks. Yikes. That’s a big reality check for what’s to come.

Yesterday, I took the infamous glucose test to see if I have gestational diabetes. If I do end up having it, I’ll find out in a few days. I sure hope it’s negative, I’m just not ready to give up my sugar for three and a half months.

Developmentally, he’s well on his way. His finger and foot prints are finished and he’s putting on more fat. The nerve connections in his ears are increasing so he’s able to react more to sounds he hears. This week, he’s between 1 1/2 to 2 pounds and is about the length of an English cucumber.

He’s been getting the hiccups like crazy now. It seems like every time I eat something it sets him off. I don’t think he likes them too much because when he gets them, he starts squirming around like he’s trying to get comfortable The poor thing, he tends to get them three to four times a day now. But even with all that uncomfortableness, he’s exercising his lungs, which is a very good thing.

This weekend was spent transitioning the spare room to a nursery. Andy and I cleaned out the whole closet and moved everything to the office. I wish I had before pictures; I’m still amazed we were able to get everything out of there. Here’s one half of the closet with our growing collection of baby clothes:

Andy is finishing up the painting as I type this. I’ve decided to wait until it’s complete to take pictures because I’ll be tempted to photograph every little improvement and nobody wants to put up with that. So hopefully in a week or two (depending on when the furniture comes) we’ll have a beautiful completed nursery to display to the world.