Closing In

Tomorrow we are going to be 38 weeks pregnant. At my last appointment, the doctor said Lenore can come anytime and that I should probably make sure my hospital bag is packed (it's not) and that the carseat is in the car (it's not). The good news is - we have a carseat and I'm going to be packing my bag today. It's just hard to wrap my head around the idea that she could be here any day. I feel like I'm not ready, but that I'll never truly be ready so, I guess I'm as ready as I'm gonna get?

The swelling in my feet has gotten out of control. It feels like sleep is a distant relative that I see maybe once a year at a family reunion. My hormones are off the charts. I'm a raging bitch one minute and then crying the next. Bless my husband's heart for putting up with me because I am far from the easiest person to get along with right now.

My doctor has thrown around the bed rest word a few times because of how swollen my feet are. I told him that I wasn't going on bed rest unless it was medically necessary. He said it wasn't and that it would be more for comfort than anything. I figure that I've made it this far - I can handle another two weeks (give or take). I'm praying that I'm at home when I go into labor though. Not sure how I'm going to deal with my water breaking at work. Awkward.. I guess it's good that I work in an office full of women all of which have kids.

My nesting feeling has kicked in. All I want to do is clean and organize more than I have ever wanted to in my life. I just keep feeling like I'm running out of time and want everything done now. Having a three day weekend is nice because I can get a lot of stuff done. I've gotten a ton done today already, which is nice.

Other than that (which is a lot if you ask me), not much is going on. Prepping for Lenore has taken up all of our time. I had my second baby shower last weekend, thrown by my mother-in-law and aunt-in-law. It was great and the weather held up, which was awesome considering all the rain we've had. We got lots of great stuff and now I just have to figure out where to put all of it.

With that - I'll leave you with two photos. 32 weeks and 37 weeks. I'll be glad when my weekly photos are of Lenore and not me. Not that I don't love documenting my growing belly, but I don't like documenting my growing double chin.