Week 34

Week 34 Day 3-

Week 34 means more frequent visits to the bathroom. While I'm there I notice the pile of laundry that your Daddy left me, the dirty baseboards, and sink that needs wiped for the millionth time. I think they call this nesting but it feels a little more like OCD. I just can't help it. By the end of the day, my feet are swollen, my hands are puffy, and if I have to drink one more drink of water I will drown.

Week 34 also means the box of industrial size brownies that Papa Kenny bought are already gone, I spend enough money at Taco bell to put a dent in the national debt, and sometimes when I sneeze I pee. This may be TMI to some but Week 34 also means I no longer know what shame means.

Week 34 isn't all bad you see. It means that I have 40 days until I hold you in my arms and until your Daddy will finally stop asking "Can she just come out and play now?" I just hope he doesn't get a month into it and say "Can we put her back now?" I kid, I kid.

Next week we are on to every week appointments and I can't believe it is SO close. It's scary when you begin to realize that your pregnancy is leading to the birth of an infant. Until now, I've just been pregnant. Now people are starting to talk about this labor business...I'm not thrilled about that part but whatever gets our sweet girl here I'm willing to do.

5 more weeks! My how time flies! CAN. NOT. WAIT.