Happy GUESS date, Baby! I’m actually writing this much later in the day than normal — I was running around doing baby-eviction errands and kind of hoped that you’d make this your big birthday as well. But alas, it looks like that won’t be happening. At 40 weeks I’m feeling ready to meet you. I’m…
Dear BabyBug 2.0
You are LOW LOW LOW. I know this not just because my midwife told me during a check at the weekly appointment, but because it hurts to WALK. To sleep. To breathe. To sit. To stand!
The theme of these last few weeks is still uncomfortable, but for the first time in a long while, I’m sensing that the end is near. You are soooooooo low in my pelvis that I hold my breath when I stand up and have to kind of hobble-waddle around the house just to go from one room to another.
This was a week of VERY high highs and EXTREMELY low lows. No middle ground. No more “what will be will be!” moments. Just hormonal swings.
Holy cow. It’s feeling real. Like REAL real. Like, it could be five or six weeks until we meet you but it could be earlier, too and I’ll admit…I’m starting to feel anxious.
Everything is getting tougher. I’d really hoped to be able to keep walking every day until I give birth to you, but it’s becoming a struggle. Getting in and out of bed is a workout and I’m feeling heavy and sore…well, everywhere.