So, here we are at 36 weeks — nine months. The time period you’re told your whole life that it takes for a baby to cook. And technically I’ve still got four more weeks to go. Unless this sweet little baby wants to make his grand entrance into the world any earlier (I’d be grateful little guy as long as you’re ready!!). I honestly don’t know how I can get any bigger — my stomach is stretched to the max, and my belly button is completely out. My one win for the week is that the dress up there in that picture is non-maternity. I bought it for after baby, but decided to just try it out and see. And holla it fit.
I actually lost two pounds last week at my first weekly appointment, which I was a little shocked by. Am 0% dilated and 0% effaced, apparently as is expected for 35 weeks and pregnancy number one. Also, the way they check for that is probably the most uncomfortable thing in the entire world. I am dreading that part looking forward.
I don’t have too many updates that are much different from before, so I’ll leave it at that. The in-laws are bringing up the one last piece of the nursery, so as soon as I’ve got that, I’ll be posting the pictures of it.