Thirty-five Weeks

The Good...

I'm already 35 weeks, and almost done with this pregnancy. I can't help but want my body back to myself. I love growing a baby and think it is absolutely beautiful what God made our bodies capable of. I am just ready to be done, meet our baby, and be little again.

I have not had any major issues with this pregnancy. I'm healthy. (Besides almost being a gestational diabetic, being anemic, and having a very low lying placenta). Baby is healthy. I'm on track with a healthy weight gain. My baby's head is down.

I work on labor and delivery. This could be bad in the sense that I have seen more than any pregnant woman should going into the final stretch of this thing. However, I'm going to put it as a good. My coworkers have my back and I know I am in the best hands. Every single OB and Family Medicine doc will make sure I'm taken care of. I mean, I am their favorite nurse...

Up until last week most of my pants and shorts still bottoned. In the first trimester nothing fit around my waist. As soon as I hit 18 weeks, everything fit again. My belly just needed to come up a little bit. Now I'm wearing the belly band and everything linen.

I'm having a baby soon! When Mark and I were dating, I made it clear I wanted to start having lots of babies at a young age. Here's to number one!

I'm only a month away from spending maternity leave in Toronto with my husband! What a joy it will be!

The nursery is coming a long. Slowly, but surely.

No stretch marks yet.

The days I get to go to prenatal yoga. Child's pose has never been as wonderful with that bolster.

The fact I've hardly bought anything "maternity."

It's been nice to share this experience with my sister Mary Kate and sweet friend Hillary who are both due the same week as I am.

The Bad...

Heart burn. Some say that means your baby has a lot of hair, and I've seen it to be true on the unit. If that's the case, it will be a good thing, but for now, it is bad. Plus, I was a bald baby, so my hopes are low.

Mark has not been here to indulge my random food cravings. If he was I'm pretty sure we would of had French toast and pancakes for breakfast every day. For dinner I've wanted yummy bread and yummy things to dip it in.

The fatigue that has hit me again. 1st trimester I was exhausted. 2nd trimester I felt great. 3rd, I'm exhausted again. I get very weary after a few hours of movement. This has made any type of errand a hassle, working 12 hour shifts miserable, and staying inside and still, wonderful.

My big belly and the jokes Mark likes to make about "my weight gain in a certain mid-section."

The middle of the night bathroom trip.

Being this pregnant in the summer was a BAD idea.

The Ugly...

I have one terrible vericose vein on my knee that exploded into spider veins. It looks like a huge bruise. That popped up early on in the pregnancy. In the last month, a lot of veins on the back of my right leg are now bulging. I pray they go away after pregnancy. Otherwise, I am thankful for my Navy health benefits.

I feel like my face is rounding.