On Sunday I started feeling a little more nasty than usual, pregnancy-wise. I couldn't for the life of me figure out what had happened so suddenly to make me so much more miserable. My most (least) favorite part is the feeling that I'm wearing a corset that goes from my bra band to my hips. Yeah, especially the fact that none of my bras fit around anymore. Sigh. Anyway, I did a little math and figured out why I became so uncomfortable so quickly: 34 weeks. I remember the feeling of being done with pregnancy when there were six weeks left to the due date. It's like flipping a switch. Apparently it holds true even when you don't realize you've reached that milestone. Now I have just over a week until I find out how dilated I am. Last time it was 4 centimeters. This time I know better than to think that means the baby will come early.
As a side note, there are still decisions to be made and stuff to do. We still have chosen a spelling for the baby's name, nor have we even given much thought to a middle name. Two days ago I realized we don't have a car seat for this kiddo. That's kind of important. They don't let you take the baby home from the hospital without one. I also need to finish sewing the crib bedding. It should be a fun five weeks to come.
1 comment:
Mrs.Jordan'
what you feel is but natural. I appreciate your present mood that is essential for your kid. Rest will be ok.
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