my pirate & my toes. 38 weeks.
Two weeks. TWO WEEKS. Can I say it again?! Just TWO. MORE. WEEKS.
I’m definitely feeling like I’m at the end. I feel like I have an enormous person shoved inside my abdomen. An enormous person that moves at all hours of the night or randomly decides to sit on my bladder. I know he’s moved to a different position and I’m guessing he’s getting ready to…you know, get ready.
I’ve also been feeling E.MO.TION.AL. Like just thinking about crying makes me want to cry. Yesterday I was having totally irrational fears and imagining that these two weeks would be the last two weeks of my normal life. (Please don’t tell the pirate I said that…)
In happier news, I had another shower yesterday! It was at church and so sweet. Yummy food, a cute cake and lots of adorable presents…even a few pirate gifts! It was actually a joint shower with another mama who’s due 2 weeks after me. She also has a little girl who’s about to be a big sister to her new little brother. I felt very honored share the day with her and to have all those great women around me.
I didn’t get one good picture, but it was cute to see the two “big sisters” jump on those presents and then show them off Vanna-White-style to all the other ladies.
So, now that the showers are over and done,
the nursery is painted, the clothes washed and the middle name picked out, there’s nothin’ left but the waitin’!