Four More Weeks
That’s right, as of today, I am 36 weeks pregnant. And boy do I feel it.
Getting to sleep and staying asleep is an adventure. Solid eight hour nights are going to be a thing of the past until Sarah is sleeping through the night. When I stand up, I can’t see my feet, that’s how big I’m getting. I’m not sure how I feel about that. My bellybutton is threatening to become an outie. That never happened with Liam. And best of all (sarcasm), the nausea has returned. Depending on what I eat, when I eat or how much I eat, my stomach protests. All perfectly normal the midwives assure me.
Next week is the bigger milestone. 37 weeks is typically considered “full term”. That means Sarah has pretty much done all her important growing and can survive outside the womb should I go into labor. So, yeah, after next week, all bets are off as to when she’ll arrive. Then Brad goes and tells me stories of one of his online friends who, despite all the ultrasounds saying there was only one baby, had twins. Good God, if that happens…… Now there have been twins, on my mother’s side of the family, but none in two generations. I prefer to think the two ultrasounds I had were correct and that Sarah’s the only one in there.
So basically at this point, it’s all sit and wait. The office/nursery is almost clean so we’ll be moving the crib in there soon. We have everything else we need; stroller, car seat, playpen. Clothes are coming from my family. Here’s to waiting.
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