5 weeks left to 40...
This week marks 35 weeks pregnant and today I start my weekly doctor's visits. My goodness, it's all flying by. In a few more weeks I will have to start paying college tuition...for Jack!
(or so it seems)
The glider we ordered came in yesterday and we are now one step closer to having Jackson's room complete. The timing of its' arrival is bittersweet because we are leaving this evening for Oklahoma City for a family wedding. So, no time to put the glider together and start hanging shelves and pictures. Oh well, maybe Monday evening. I am bound and determined to finish his room before he gets here.
Apparently my boss has taken pity upon me and has reduced my work week to half days Monday, Tuesday and Thursday's and a full day on Wednesday, with Friday's off. I am amazed at how ridiculously exhausted I am at the end of a day. Yesterday I called three of my co-workers by the wrong name and I've been asking a lot of stupid questions in clinic. My focus is cloudy and fortunately I work with mostly other moms who just laugh and tell me to get a glass of water. I have to say I have had terrific support at work. Everyone is almost excited as I am and there's no shortage of belly patting and kind words. I did, however, see a patient on Wednesday (a frequent guest - like every three weeks frequent) who apparently didn't realize I was pregnant. I finished her schedule, handed it to her and said, "Well...hopefully I will see you one more time before I leave." Her reply was remarkable, "Where are you going?!" I paused, perplexed and looked at her with my head tilted and said, "Maternity leave." The shocked look on her face killed me! She honestly had no clue I was going to have a baby. And then she said this, "I thought you were just getting fat!" Seriously...I couldn't make this stuff up.
I suppose at this point in my pregnancy no news is good news and unless my doctor finds something interesting happening to my cervix today, well...there's no news. I haven't been staying as hydrated as I need to and know this is one reason why I am increasingly uncomfortable with contractions. Jackson continues to move and crowd my lungs and rib cage and I am terrified this pregnancy will go to term. He weighs approximately 3-4 pounds right now and I can't even imagine him putting on another 4. There is simply no more room at the Momma Inn!
As the day grows closer, I grow more and more anxious. Meanwhile, Robbie grows more and more confidently calm and ready to meet his baby boy. He is utterly convinced the gift of this child is only making our lives that much better and when I start to worry he reminds me I am blessed beyond measure.
Now that I feel and look like a whale, slow and blubbery, my list of Things To Do Before Baby has dramatically decreased. It's limited to pack the hospital bag, finish Jacks' room, and make it to my baby shower with Jackson still inside of me. Ironically, this shorter list is stressing me out just as much as the last one.
(or so it seems)
The glider we ordered came in yesterday and we are now one step closer to having Jackson's room complete. The timing of its' arrival is bittersweet because we are leaving this evening for Oklahoma City for a family wedding. So, no time to put the glider together and start hanging shelves and pictures. Oh well, maybe Monday evening. I am bound and determined to finish his room before he gets here.
Apparently my boss has taken pity upon me and has reduced my work week to half days Monday, Tuesday and Thursday's and a full day on Wednesday, with Friday's off. I am amazed at how ridiculously exhausted I am at the end of a day. Yesterday I called three of my co-workers by the wrong name and I've been asking a lot of stupid questions in clinic. My focus is cloudy and fortunately I work with mostly other moms who just laugh and tell me to get a glass of water. I have to say I have had terrific support at work. Everyone is almost excited as I am and there's no shortage of belly patting and kind words. I did, however, see a patient on Wednesday (a frequent guest - like every three weeks frequent) who apparently didn't realize I was pregnant. I finished her schedule, handed it to her and said, "Well...hopefully I will see you one more time before I leave." Her reply was remarkable, "Where are you going?!" I paused, perplexed and looked at her with my head tilted and said, "Maternity leave." The shocked look on her face killed me! She honestly had no clue I was going to have a baby. And then she said this, "I thought you were just getting fat!" Seriously...I couldn't make this stuff up.
I suppose at this point in my pregnancy no news is good news and unless my doctor finds something interesting happening to my cervix today, well...there's no news. I haven't been staying as hydrated as I need to and know this is one reason why I am increasingly uncomfortable with contractions. Jackson continues to move and crowd my lungs and rib cage and I am terrified this pregnancy will go to term. He weighs approximately 3-4 pounds right now and I can't even imagine him putting on another 4. There is simply no more room at the Momma Inn!
As the day grows closer, I grow more and more anxious. Meanwhile, Robbie grows more and more confidently calm and ready to meet his baby boy. He is utterly convinced the gift of this child is only making our lives that much better and when I start to worry he reminds me I am blessed beyond measure.
Now that I feel and look like a whale, slow and blubbery, my list of Things To Do Before Baby has dramatically decreased. It's limited to pack the hospital bag, finish Jacks' room, and make it to my baby shower with Jackson still inside of me. Ironically, this shorter list is stressing me out just as much as the last one.
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