35 weeks

Um... so we have five weeks left. Holy. Crap. 

Remember when we finally got to tell everyone that we'd be a family of three 'soon'? And 'soon' seemed like eons away? And now it's only 35 days away?? That's a month and some change, which at this rate will be here tomorrow basically.

Holy. Cow.

I've got at least seven billion different thoughts and feelings flying around in my head about all this. :p I'm so excited (to be done, to snuggle a squishy cute baby, to dress him in all the cute softie clothes we've gotten for him, to swaddle him and rock him in the chair, to watch Matt interact with his son (I'm probably gonna cry and fall in love all over again with him 20 times a day haha) I'm excited to be able to bend over, and lay on my back, and to have food taste good again, to not waddle ha...), I'm so nervous (that one seems pretty self explanatory. Birth sounds amazing but a little intimidating... and painful. I'm not a fan of painful.) I'm worried, I'm at peace, I feel like I know a lot more than I thought I did but I also feel so unprepared, I feel like a ticking time bomb... I feel like it's never gonna get here... I just have a lot of feelings! (she doesn't even go here!) 

But. For the most part I think we're just really excited and ready to get this baby into our house!

I've got two weeks before he's considered full term, and it's strange to me to picture him being real live baby sized now. I just don't see how he could fit in there! (Which explains the complete lack of lung space... and stomach space, and... well, space.)

According to my app he's as long as he's going to get (give or take a tiny bit) and now he's just packin on the pounds. ;) I agree with that, because the past few days I've started hitting those starving constantly phases again. Like the other night we ate dinner and I felt fairly full by the time I was almost done but I figured I'd just finish the last little bit, and then I felt really full. An hour later I was absolutely starving again. Go figure. Boys and their growth spurts. ;)

It also said his kidneys are fully developed and his liver is starting to process waste products. 

Cravings: I still think a soft pretzel sounds amazing, but I'm also back to wanting to just eat a can of green beans every time I'm hungry. :p Ooh, and the other day asparagus sounded absolutely amazing!

Aversions: Water is still pretty gross, granola bars (of course.) and apples haven't sounded good at all lately. They kinda made me sick to my stomach before I was pregnant though, so that's not super surprising.

Hardest part of this week: I am literally never comfortable. Something's always off or squished or being kicked or... :p The few times I find a comfy position it's still uncomfortable because I feel like I can't breathe. It's worth it, though, but I won't try to tell you I'm not counting down until I have my body back (mostly.) :p

Best part of this week: I can really tell when he has hiccups now, I never really felt that until the past week. :) It's pretty entertaining, poor kid. :) (Also, as of Monday, I have 11 work days left. :p) 

So today I read an article that I thought was awesome. Not that I know from experience yet, but it seemed like a really smart thing for her to say and for Matt and I to remember. In case you wanted to read it, here it is. :) 

I don't have a picture, because I was going to take one this morning and then I was running late and I was out of my 'big scrubs' so I'm in my pre pregnant scrubs and it's a little bit sad. It's well beyond time to retire them so I'm hangin out in a jacket to cover the fact that my muffins and belly button are pretty much bursting the seams of this thing. (Great visual, right?) 

Also, just for your entertainment, one of our patients that came in bright and early this morning preached to me about how awful I am for even considering delivering my baby with a doctor (said as if doctors are diseases) and in a hospital no less. She told me I need to go all natural, in a tub, with an FLDS midwife. (I promise I'm not saying that in a disrespectful way. It just struck me that she made sure to specify. And then tell me about how she is the most normal polygamist ever, and I'd never even guess that the midwife lady was a polygamist if I saw her in Walmart. But oh, Dr. Gatherum is nice but he probably is going to intervene and I'll have a c-section and I'll regret birthing in a hospital for my whole life!)
So. I'm a terrible mom already I guess. ;) 
Sometimes it really catches me off guard how opinionated people are about my body and my choices and my parenting skills just because I have a belly. Apparently it's ok to turn all pregnant women into a public forum and tell every horror story imaginable? Oh well. I should get used to it, I'm sure it doesn't end after you have your baby. :p I've learned to smile and nod, and then ignore most of it. 
Happy Wednesday everyone!