35 weeks (more, actually, this is late, go figure).
My two complaints are: 1) I am always tired and 2) my legs feel like those cheap wooden chopsticks right before you snap them in two. So much achy-ness. I also have developed a taste for red velvet cake. Which is less of a complaint and more of a woo-hoo. Because it’s delicious. And I still have half a piece of red velvet cheesecake leftover from yesterday in the fridge. So…big plans for tonight.
The closer we get, the more I am really excited to find out if it’s a boy or a girl. I waver back and forth between feeling like I know that it’s a girl, and then between having no clue. And when I am struck with the inability to sleep, I like to browse the online world of shopping delights on my phone and imagine our baby in teeny tiny little elephant hats and stuff. I think we’ve settled on a girl first name, but are still waffling a little on the boy choices and the middles. Getting down to the wire…but I could never make a definitive decision until I meet the little tyke, anyway.
I am also trying to savor my twosome time with Rosemary. And the relative simplicity of tasks like walking to the library with one child. And still cleaning (do you know how hard it is to remove a cover from an Ikea Poang?)
My doctor thinks this baby will be fairly small, like Rosemary, who was only 6lb 5oz even though she was two weeks late. I’m measuring on track, but when we listen to the heartbeat and feel the baby’s position, she comments on it still having room to wiggle. Baby moves a lot and I’m certain its feet are up on my right side. Apparently it is also quite a bit lower than it was a few weeks ago, and I can feel thwomps (hands?) down there, too.
On the home stretch now. Getting excited!