Having trouble picturing how big a baby is at 36 weeks gestation? Here's a helpful hint: just picture a Crenshaw Melon! Got it now? Wasn't that helpful? Ugh. I've really had it with these dumb fruits. To make matters worse, some of the baby sites are saying that Baby O' is now the size of a watermelon. And some are saying he won't be a watermelon for three more weeks. Get it straight guys. You are really messing with my limited mental capacity and my BLOGGING.
This is the week that turned me into a zombie. I'm having flashbacks of the first trimester, and the couch and I are becoming BFFs again. It takes all the energy I have to get through my work day, and then I collapse as soon as I get home. My feet are swollen, my head is constantly stuffed up, I'm achy, and I can't sleep! Can you imagine how tired my poor sweet husband is getting of my complaining? I'm even annoying myself! I'm waiting for the nesting energy to kick in... any day now, right?
I'd take a picture of my feet for your entertainment, but (a) you might throw up, and (b) I'd like for Baby O' to have a sibling someday, and I'm afraid I'd come back across the picture and never want to do this again. But I totally get what That Wife Jenna was talking about when she said she wanted to prick her feet with a pin to make them deflate. I have one pair of shoes that still fit (even sneakers are out), and then flip flops are going to have to do.
It's so fun to see all of your baby pool guesses- thank you! (If you want to enter, click here.) I am torn between wanting him to be here NOW, and wanting him to wait so that I can feel a little more prepared. I've truly enjoyed most of this pregnancy, but I totally get why so many mommas are done with it by the ninth month.
This weekend I did five loads of baby stuff laundry. I actually had fun washing our Bumgenius diapers, stuffing them with the newborn inserts, and organizing them in the nursery. Does that make me weird? I'm sure it will get a lot less fun when they're filled with poop. Newborn clothes have been washed and folded, and the bigger stuff has been hung up in the closet. I picked out two different coming home outfits for our little guy, depending on how little he actually turns out to be. The hospital bag is still not packed, but a pile has been started... that counts, right?
A big shout out is overdue to my weekly picture-taker. Do you know how many shots it takes to make a preggo semi-happy with the way she looks? There's probably an equation you could use, where you take the number of weeks pregnant you are and multiply it by the number of chins you have and then add in the number of things on your to-do list that you should be doing rather than taking pictures. But he almost never complains.