I came up with that word as I got dressed this morning. In between having to lay down on the bed to rest before putting on the other half of my clothes while gasping for air. So.much.pregnant. It takes me literally an hour to get completely ready because I get so exhausted.
This is the most pregnant I’ve ever been. 38 weeks.
I’ve been able to tell people, “Any moment,” when they ask when I’m due, and mean it. Because I’ve said that since around 33 weeks just to avoid the, “Wow – only 33 weeks?” comments. Yes, I am huge. Thank you.
Any moment seems to catch people a bit off. One man backed up a few steps from me, as if Charlotte might just come exploding out and he’d have to catch her. 😉 Sigh, nope. It’s going to take a lot more than that buddy.
I finished reading The Martian last night. I read it in a day. I’m a really fast reader and it’s more of a curse than a blessing when you love reading as much as I do. Just as I get into a really good book it’s over. That makes me sad. I often reread books several times down the road because otherwise I’d cause us to go into debt.
I’ve made some freezer meals. We have a little dresser in our room with some clothes, diapers, etc. We bought a carseat but still no bassinet or sleeper – I just don’t know what to get her. We want a swing for the living room too, but that can wait. Around 35/36 weeks I felt this sense of urgency to get things together. Now I feel like – meh. What’s one more day? If it all happens suddenly we’ll grab stuff on the way home.
The high risk clinic I have to be at is closed this week (which is odd since if I wasn’t high risk I’d be able to be seen) so no Dr. appt. I’m relieved, the past two times have led to me sitting in triage for temporarily high BP rates and I’m over that. I want to tell them, “It’s just you people. You made me nervous.” lol (but they do)
So a usual week for us. Girl Scouts, homeschool co-op, hanging out at home, watching episodes of Survivor, stalking Facebook for no reason at all, reading random Buzzfeed posts, starting up The Walking Dead again, waiting for The Good Wife, knitting, thinking that anything and everything is labor – the same old.
If you’ve got some really good book recommendations, send them my way.