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34 Weeks
Well, I’m 34 weeks today and had a doctor’s appointment yesterday. Everything is wonderful with the baby and pregnancy:
I gained 2.2 pounds since my last appointment 2 weeks ago. I’ve heard I should expect to gain about a pound a week from here on out so that’s right on what I should be gaining. (The holidays ending really helped!) At the rate I’m on, if I go to 40 weeks, I will end up gaining about 25 pounds and they recommend 25-35 so I’m still doing well in this area.
I measured “beautifully” (that’s exactly what the midwife said).
The baby’s heartbeat was in the mid-140’s which is good. She also did a little non-stress test where she moved the baby (by pushing my belly from side to side) and his heart rate increased as it should have.
Hooray! He’s apparently a healthy boy in there. 
But. There is one problem and one I’d really prefer to just go away. I have an umbilical hernia. If you don’t know what that is google it. I don’t even have it in me to explain it. For her to determine I had a hernia she poked my belly button then invited Jonathan to do the same. I DON’T LIKE MY BELLY BUTTON TOUCHED (thank you very much!). But I lived. It can be corrected through surgery. (More touching of the belly button – errr…) I will have to meet with a surgeon (who will probably poke my belly button to confirm the hernia diagnosis – sheesh) who then will tell me my options, the best time to have the surgery, what happens if I don’t have it corrected, etc, etc, etc. I really don’t know if I’ll be able to get it done before heading back to Africa but that’s something to think on later. I read stories from women online whose doctors told them not to get it repaired until they’ve had all their children so if that’s the best way to do it I’d wait anyway. It’s nothing urgent or anything. I just hate it happened. Ick.
So that’s the only bad news. I’m more elated over my healthy baby than I am worried over this stinkin’ belly button problem. It’ll work out one way or the other. I’m starting to catch onto this whole “God knows beforehand, loves me, and takes care of me” thing. No need to worry. He already has all this worked out. So I’ll just wait until the time comes and see what to do about it then. Today I simply rejoice in this new life “baking” in my tummy.