Pregnancy #2 {30 Weeks}

Time is tricky. I'm always wishing it away and yet I can't believe how quickly it eludes me.  It never fails to  amaze me when I look back over a stretch of time and realize how short a duration it really seems. This is especially true of momentous events in my life. My wedding day, seriously a blink of an eye. My 4 year stent at USU while I earned my degree. My pregnancy with Miles and his subsequent birth. All of which now seem like mere minutes in the scheme of things.

And now here we are, nearing the finish line of this second pregnancy and I can't seem to account for the time. Where has it gone? How is it possible that we are already only 10 short weeks away from enjoying the snuggles of our sweet new bundle?

From where I sit right now 10 weeks feels a long way off. Especially since this time around my body feels a little less than up to the task of expanding any more. But I know when those weeks have past I will once again question the warp speed at which time seems to pass. 

I've never thought of myself as old and when I look around I still assume many people my age are actually older than I am. I'm not sure why?  Anyway, right now I sure feel old. My body feels broken down and exhausted a lot of the time.  Overall I probably shouldn't complain as much as I do, but there are some days that I'm not sure  the human body was really meant to be pushed so far.  I think the biggest culprit is this time I have the additional requirement/blessing of chasing a 3 year around.  Not to mention I probably didn't do enough crunches in before getting prego again.  

In other news. My doctor up and decided that she wanted to switch hospitals.  Yea, terribly inconvenient.  Right now she works with St. Mark's and that is where we have been gearing up to deliver. Then a few weeks ago she informed us that she will now be working with Salt Lake Regional.  I have been given the option to follow her and deliver at Salt Lake Regional or choose another doc at the clinic I currently go to and still deliver at St. Mark's. Hmmm...decisions, decisions.  

Let's break it down. St Mark's is a larger hospital, has a Level III NICU, but is farther from our house (takes us about 40 minutes to get there). Salt Lake Regional is closer (by about 20 minutes), is a much smaller facility, is a much older facility, and has NO NICU (which totally freaks me out).  I've been mulling it over for a few weeks and have had a hard time deciding. You see, the problem is I really like my doctor. She's kinda awesome, but I just couldn't get on board with Salt Lake Regional. 

I've been praying about it. No clear answer. Prayed some more. Had a few Dove Dark Chocolates (insert Homer Simpson moan) all of which the wrapper informed me that "I am exactly where I'm supposed to be." Hmmm...coincidence? Then my mom called me and said she was talking to someone who does work at Salt Lake Regional and He said if it was his family he wouldn't deliver there. His wife has delivered at St. Mark's and had an awesome experience(s). Score. Just what I'd been looking for, some one with first hand experience with both facilities.  Long story short. I get to have an uncomfortable chat with my doc and tell her I have decided to stay and deliver at St. Mark's. Phew, glad that's decided.

I guess it would have just been easier to deliver at the U. I mean I work there so it has a major convenience factor, but I couldn't wrap my head around having 5ish med students (probably male) taking a peak in order to learn a few things. No, I think I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.