38 Weeks (Due June 21!)

Could be any time now.  I have some anxiety over not knowing when the big moments will start...in the next hour or in 2-3 weeks!  My doctor thinks I am right on target with time, but then again she said "you just never know."

Work is becoming more difficult, as I just get tired by the end of the day and my stomach feels very heavy.  Luckily I do have some sick hours to use if I want to leave a bit early and next week I have a few days off.  I'm also so thankful that my job is a lot more on the consulting/education side than physical treatments and I am not rushed as much during the day.  I honestly don't know how I would be doing right now if I was at my previous job.  I certainly wouldn't be able to do the amount of wheelchair maneuvering/adjusting or climbing up on a mat with a patient that I used to do.  And my co-workers are so supportive; constantly making sure I'm not over doing it.  It is so nice.  I guess it's quite common for women here to take a few weeks off before giving birth, so they think I'm a bit crazy to work as long as I can.

The nursery is coming together. Still have to remove the office piece in the corner and the ottoman, buy some sort of chair/glider, and hang pictures.  The fabric in the left corner is a future crib skirt that my mom is going to sew when she comes. 

Below is an excerpt from this blog I stumbled upon on celebritybabies.com (ha!).  You may recall Brooke from American Idol.  Anyway, she recently had a baby and described some of the final weeks.  I think it's hilarious, because it is so true!  Movements are definitely different.  Putting my shoes on in the morning is sometimes one of the more challenging tasks of the day!

From Brookie Babbles: 

Over an hour ago I was awoken (or is it awaken? honestly, grammar is at the bottom of the totem poll right about now) by the routine reminder that my bladder is intensely full. I try to muster up the gumption and motivation to roll from my right side, to my back, and then all the way over to my left side, then attempt to tumble my body over the edge of the bed, in hopes that my feet hit the floor... will I land it? I'm like an eight month pregnant gymnast with the agility of a turtle planning her dismount... no, I'm not looking for the gold, just the toliet. It's perplexing to me how difficult a task this has become for my body... it's as if I've come face to face with the summit of Mount Everest...


We are preparing for a very exciting summer!