So. It's next month. Today, I passed the 35 week mark. I can't believe the new baby is going to be here so soon!
I definitely am feeling close. I'm having pre-contractions. The baby is loving my ribs and any other bones it can press into or kick. I think we have another opinionated baby.... This one loves shoving all the way over to my left side and hanging there until I press it over or lay on my right side until it slides down.
I have probably reached the point where I should be shaving every time I'm in the shower. Or at the very least, weekly. Yeah... I'm pretty sure it's been a month. The fact that I wear the compression stockings, which are so heavy you can't even see the hair through them, and so tight that it doesn't poke out, are the main reason. Then there's complete lack of motivation. Really, what is the point at this point? Other than pride, and let's face it, I pretty much have none left, after spending all summer in shorts and stockings.
I am so ready to meet this baby! Not necessarily ready to get the pregnancy over with, as I'm not THAT uncomfortable - I'd rather give them a few more weeks to "bake" and have the healthiest baby possible. I can take a few more weeks. I just want to know if we have another brother or another sister!
Five weeks still kind of sounds like I have some time. But I should maybe at least locate the tiny outfits for the hospital and get them washed. And maybe start thinking about what I'll need to welcome a new baby home....
Oh well. I've still got 5 weeks, right? Ha. This will be the baby that comes early. Nathan was overdue. Jacob came the night before his due date, and Zadie came the morning of. So this one will be two weeks early. All three of the others were fast labors - 5 hours, 3 hours, 2 hours. This one will be 40.
Because that's how it works, right?