In the Home Stretch

We have reached the home stretch of my pregnancy as I am now considered full term and about to hit week 38. Which means this baby really could come any day. My mom is really hoping we hold off until July 13 as she is with my dad and sister on vacation and she is not wanting to be so far away. For those that know my mom, you know she is going crazy. 

Nesting has officially set in for both Matt and I. Last weekend was "go weekend" as we went and did some last minute shopping, installed the car seat, organized her nursery, did some DEEP cleaning (why did I wait until 37 weeks to clean window sills and ceiling fans), Matt made me put towels under my side of the bed and on my car seat should my water break in either of those spots (seriously, this is not a joke to him), made some freezer meals and even got to enjoy a date night at Wallaby's. Our hospital bags are semi-packed and my goal is to finish that in the next couple of days, along with organizing the hall closet.

Everyone asks how I am feeling these last couple weeks and the honest answer? Tired and a bit uncomfortable. I actually dread nighttime just because I know that I am so exhausted and yet know that I will be getting up four to five times in the night to go to the bathroom. The sheer torture of knowing that getting up to go to the bathroom will then lead to me trying to get comfortable again to try and go back to sleep. Instead, I just lay there tossing and turning and keeping Matt awake. Then there is the whole trying to get out of the couch or bed, just hoping a that a good roll will get me out and that my feet will hit the ground first. My feet and hands just recently in the last couple of days have started to swell, but it isn't terrible and is more hit/miss day to day. Our walks have now started with "how far are we going to go" and end with me saying "this baby may come tonight". 

But, I keep telling myself there is an end goal and she will be here before we know it. "This is just a phase" is my motto and I hear that will be my motto for the next 18 years. I have been beyond lucky with an easy pregnancy, so I have no reason to really complain. Sure I had a couple nauseous moments, many emotional moments over the silliest things, the usual uncomfortableness and a sore body. But other than that, I consider myself lucky to have such a healthy pregnancy. I'm also very lucky to have such a caring and thoughtful husband in Matt. This entire pregnancy I have told everyone that he has blown me away and has been my saving grace. I truly picked the right one in having him as a husband and father of my children. 

To end this post, a look back at my pictures that my sister did for me. Crazy to see how much has changed over time and how much the weight gain really packed on in the end. As of today, I'm up about 24 lbs.