32 weeks

8 weeks to go!

Actually, I've recently learned that a baby really takes about 41 1/7 weeks, so 8 days beyond the official 40 week due date, so we are back to about 9 weeks to go.  But let's hope this boy is an overachiever.  

I've also learned that Sundays are a bad day for photos in the 3rd trimester.  By the time Sunday rolls around Chris and I are tired and a little grumpy (I know, logically it should be the other way around), plus  I've been sitting around in yoga pants and no make up for several days (don't ask me how this is different from any other day of the week.  I'm not sure).  My normal routine is to sit around for a few hours with the paper, get dressed, run some errands and do the grocery shopping.  By the time I make it back from the store I have used my energy allotment for the day and nap for 3 hours.  After that it just seems silly to get dressed and pretty just to get ready for bed again.  We really need to start taking pictures on Friday.  I often look good on Friday.  

Still excited about SM, still working on decorating the nursery, still feeling well except for occasional heartburn, blah, blah, blah.  But let's get real here for a minute.  I am really excited about the prospect of being able to move about unencumbered again.  There is just no getting around the fact that my midsection is a rock hard beach ball.  It doesn't twist, bend, or in any other way move with ease.  at this point I'm getting a little tired of that.  and even though I know there is a baby in there, most of the time I just feel big.  

Before I was pregnant, if I felt big I could do something about it.  I could eat better or run around the lake or put on more flattering pants and instantly feel better.  I can still do those things - sort of - but guess what, there is still a boulder around my waist.  There is nothing I can do but wait (I've mentioned that I'm impatient right?). I know I'll still be bigger after SM arrives, but I'm hoping that my enlarged mid-section will be softer then and at least I'll be able to bend over without remembering to spread my legs (and maybe run around the lake again). 

nursery sneak peak