|That's the guest room on the left. I should really do a post tracking it's progress of messiness.|
Twenty-six pounds gained. My dream of only putting on 20-25 has been crushed.
Waist is about 43 inches. ::stink eye::
Little Monster's Stats:
Our little guy should weigh about 5-6 pounds and measures a total of 20 inches.
Pretty much all of his organs are developed, now he is just putting on weight.
Pregnancy Fun Facts:
Blah blah blah hormones. Blah blah charlie horses. Farting. Pimples. Big scary nipples. Are you sick of listening to me bitch? I know I am.
Things I Miss:
Bending over. My fabulous shoe collection. My wedding rings. Not grunting. Breakfast sandwiches with sausage. WINE. Cuddling with my husband.
My sleep really varies from night to night. If I can find a comfortable position then I am good. to. go. If not, then expect a night full of flipping over (which includes synchronized movements of two pillows) and charlie horses. JEGs is loving it. Really he is. There has been talk of setting up an air mattress in the guest room, but I'm afraid to ask if it is for me or him...
You guys, I am so freakin' pregnant. Like, really pregnant. 35 weeks in and 35 days to go.
I only have three more weeks left at work; my last day is September 16th. I am hoping this little guy will wait until at least the 23rd to show up so I can enjoy that first week of maternity leave by having quiet time, sleeping in, and just getting things ready. Basically, I want one more week of selfish-Lizzie-time. Sue me.
I've had a lot of people ask how I am doing at work. For those that don't know my job involves me climbing in and out of a helicopter. It wasn't as difficult as I thought it was going to be, but the last week or so has been getting a little harder. I just keep reminding myself that I am in the home stretch.
We had the first of our two birthing classes about a week ago. We may or may not have gotten scolded for giggling too much, but you know what? If you are going to make me suck on a Lifesaver to show dilation and pronounce centimeter "sonnameter", then I am gonna giggle. A lot. Because JEGs and I are 13.
PS.. other Momma's out there... did you pack a tennis ball in a sock in your hospital bag? Apparently it's vital to bring along and we cannot figure out why. Can someone please shed some light on this?
Always & Forever,