Man. I am really uncomfortable. My stomach is hard all the time. Nothing is comfortable. I just want to snuggle on the couch with Mr. A.
I have been going by the doctor’s guess-timation of due date they gave me at my 20 week ultrasound, but I think it’s wrong. I know exactly when Miles was conceived and his due date would actually be a few days earlier. Not that it matters in the grand scheme of baby-birthing because he could still be early or late by a lot…. but I am definitely heading into the “he could come at any time” point of this pregnancy. So much so that this morning I told Mr. A that we need to pack up the hospital bag and make sure it’s in the car at all times… If I go into labor at work I won’t have time to run home for my carefully planned bag.
The goal is to have his nursery all finished this weekend so I can share it with you all before he gets here. It’s looking amazing. I find myself wandering into his room a lot lately just to sit in the big chair and imagine him being here.
Total Weight Gain: I stepped on a scale last night and I am getting near 40lbs. Yikes. This fact along with my swollen feet might have led to my needing to repeatedly ask Mr. A if he still loves me even though I’m a huge-chubby-whale. (He says he still loves me and I’m not a whale.) (I’ll keep him.)