According to my midwives, I'm fully at 32 weeks, which means scary week 31 (when we lost Day) has come and gone. It's kind of hard for me to believe--by one measurement, I'm still in the midst of week 31--but it is starting to feel like there is some light at the end of this tunnel of anxiety over another stillbirth. I'm already feeling a little less worried, and more excited and focused on the fun end-of-pregnancy stuff, like ordering my birth kit and finding a cool new diaper bag and thinking about where to set up the tub and that sort of thing--things that actually indicate there's a baby on the way, which, believe it or not, I have yet to entirely embrace (out of fear and worry and superstition, mostly, but also just that disbelief that all pregnant women have: "no way there's a BABY coming at the end of this! how is that possible!").
Anyway, I'm doing well: plenty healthy, plenty big, everything as it should be, and getting close to entering the final stretch. Hurray!
I have another prenatal, just a brief one, next week, mostly to assuage my fears (and because my primary midwives and Rob are all away and so it's a touchy time), and then we're on to the biweekly and then weekly prenatal exams where actual fun stuff starts happening: newborn protocol handouts and supply lists and home visits and all the rest. Woo-hoo! I love homebirth!