Thank goodness for that! I’m now 36 weeks and 4 days according to my ‘baby counter’. Only24 more days to go. (hopefully less if my Dr. is still willing to induce)
I keep waiting for the real nesting to kick in. I felt it at the beginning of the pregnancy, but now all I feel is sore and tired. We had just moved to AZ when I was this far along with Pitter and I couldn’t keep still at all! I painted the kitchen and master bathroom in our rental house, sewed a whole crib set and still felt like doing more. J and I did manage to get some shelves put in the baby’s closet over the weekend, but the stripes I have planned for the walls haven’t even been started yet.
Maybe it’s that I’m a little older now, or maybe it’s this desert heat getting to me, but I am ready to be DONE! I think J is ready for me to be done too. I don’t know how he has put up with my whining about sore ribs, or twitchy legs, or puffy fingers and feet. I know my hands don’t look too bad in this picture, but my ring is usually a little loose and for the last 2 weeks I haven’t been able to take it off. At all. It’s stuck there until this baby comes!
My sister and in-laws have my girls in Utah for a few weeks so they wouldn’t be bored here with me getting ready for baby, so I really need to take advantage of that time and get some work done. Hopefully the panic I will feel the last week before I’m due will be enough motivation to get everything all finished up. Admittedly, until this last month I’ve still been in denial about having a baby at all, so maybe that’s the reason I’ve been dragging my feet. Just last week I broke down and bought my first case of diapers. You would think just looking in the mirror would be all the convincing I would need, but apparently not.
Okay, I’m done venting about how miserable I am and how jealous I get when I see anyone running. I promise this is the last time I will whine about feet in my ribs or my nightly heartburn. I won’t complain about how strange my belly button looks right now and how crazy it makes me when everyone (meaning my kids) wants to rub it because it’s so “soft”. No more mention of how I can’t fall asleep without 3 or 4 extra pillows all around me supporting all of my protruding parts, and even when I do fall asleep I have to get up in the middle of the night to “go” and then have to work really hard to fall asleep again.
In all seriousness, please know that I am very excited for this new baby boy and I do know how lucky we are to be having a baby while others out there struggle. I can’t wait to see his cute face and I won’t mind the sleepless nights when I have someone sweet and little to wake up to. (well, maybe I will) But all this uncomfortableness and pain IS worth it and soon I’ll be back to whining about something else. Promise!