To you…at 36 weeks.

Okay, baby…here we go!

This is a big week. We are officially at the 37 week mark which means you are “technically” fully cooked. While I do have this sense that you’re going to make an early appearance – wishful thinking, much? – I don’t think it’ll be this early. While I’ve finally started feeling some pretty regular Braxton Hicks contractions, you still seem snug as a bug in a rug right now.

You’re kicking up a storm – I swear yesterday I saw your little foot protrude from my left rib cage. I know that’s not really possible but it sure seemed like it. At this point, you respond when we push back which gives your father great pleasure. He talks to you and pokes you and you poke back which is pretty cute. You’re bonding.

My belly is officially massive. A woman at work told me I look “larger than life” and I couldn’t even get mad because she’s right. I feel like I could tip over at any moment since most of my weight is all out front. And as far as eating and drinking go…forget about it. I can’t really lean forward at all so food just spills onto my belly constantly. I feel like I’m always walking around with some sort of spot right smack in the center of my shirt. Good times.

My last day of work is this Friday and I now realize I was a little ambitious to think I could work right up to my due date. Between the hour commute and the walk from the garage to my office, I’m totally pooped by 9:00. And, by 5:00, it takes everything I’ve got to drag my butt home and change into pj’s. Oh, and, I’m slowly watching my brain turn to mush. I’m constantly asking my assistant to remind me if I gave her an assignment or followed up on something because I can’t remember. It’s pretty sad, actually.

All in all though, I really can’t complain too much. Aside from the typical pregnancy aches and pains, everything is moving along smoothly. We had a delicious weekend consisting of a lot of relaxation and very little productivity. We went to the movies, I had a milkshake, we played in the nursery, and Mike practiced his cloth diapering skills on Lola and your stuffed animals – he’s a natural (and Lola hates us). And yes, we washed the diaper after putting it on her hiney.

You are going to be here before we know it and my mind is totally consumed with thoughts of your face. I have played out the first moments after you’re born over and over in my mind time and again and it’s definitely become my favorite fantasy. Every time I get nervous about what to expect – which is less and less each day, I might add – I think of this moment and it gives me the inspiration I know I’ll need to get the job done.

I can’t wait to hold your little hand in mine, to stare into your eyes, and take in your smell. I can’t wait for your father to finally get to know you on his own terms instead of through my interpretations. And, I can’t wait to start the rest of our lives together – as a family.

We are going to have so much fun!

I love you, babycakes.


Your mama

2 thoughts on “To you…at 36 weeks.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s