"At this point, most babies born will be free from the usual complications associated with early delivery, although a few more weeks in utero for lung development and fat growth is ideal..."
Or something like that, is what all of the books tell us. So, yay! Kid is allegedly fully formed, even though I haven't had an ultrasound since 24 weeks so who even knows what he's up to in there. External signs point to healthy kid, and the weeks are FLYING.
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THIRTY WEEKS IS MORE THAN 75% DONE IF I DON'T GO TO 40 WEEKS WHICH I DIDN'T LAST TIME SO I'M STARTING A COUNTDOWN TO THE END OF MY LIFE AT 37 WEEKS WHICH IS FULL TERM AND I CAN'T HELP MYSELF I'M SO EXCITED. 
It's the bladder. I'm just wildly uncomfortable this time around and not tryna stay pregnant for 42 weeks, sorry little person inside me. But! There are a few things that definitely are making me slightly more comfortable for this longer-the-second-time journey.
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29 weeks tomorrow! Viable fetus (not ideal for him to be born now OBVIOUSLY, but still a good shot), big belly, tons of tasks and heartburn. Fun times!
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Also known as A Long Stretch of Boring. 
SO. After we got home from NYC (where so many people witnessed me drinking a shit-ton of soda water and cranberry juice, gross) and knew that #2 was a boy and didn't have any major chromosomnal disorders, we got into the very boring first half of the second trimester, BUT boring in a good way because that meant nothing was terrible for me or the baby and we could basically live our lives minus me peeing every ten minutes and eating dessert every night to make up for the obviously-needed wine calories I was giving up.
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Hurray, a post about bloodwork! I got some, it gave me some information. #science
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