36 Weeks...

...and feeling very, very, very pregnant! Especially the last few days, with Jellybean riding higher (backside is farther above my naval, getting bigger for sure, and being pressed out against my abdomen constantly). I think we've got a very strong little person in there! If it's not my abdomen (feels bruised most days), it's my bladder - the pressure on which is getting to be almost constant. Walking, just a mere block or two, is getting to be a challenge. (I won't even mention how hilarious it is to watch me get my socks and shoes on) And I just feel so big, the skin so tight. Oi.

(BTW: I look bigger in last week's post, but I think I feel bigger this week because baby is longer, reaching up closer to my rib cage; I'm positive we've had a growth spurt this week...but I may have said that last week...)

I guess this is where the end of pregnancy starts to really get exhausting, and where most women start to just want the baby here already. I certainly do. Besides the impatience to just meet him/her, I'm just really tired. All the time. Getting up to pee every two hours in the night - and I made it a point to notice, last night, that I do in fact wake up completely every time - makes mid days feel like midnights used to.

Next prenatal is Wednesday, and I'm really looking forward to it. I'm a little nervous about my blood pressure, with all the swelling. It's just altogether too easy these days to get puffy, and it's usually normal in pregnancy - unless accompanied by high blood pressure. I just want to know it's ok. Then, we should be having prenatal visits, I believe, every week until delivery. Everything else has been so good to this point, I'll just feel better having the BP check and the UA every week.

Just think: JB could be here in as little as 2 weeks...and we could be as far out as 6. Michael and I have a little bet going. I say early - nothing specific, just early; he says Sept. 22nd. If you've read The Hobbit, you know that that's Bilbo's birthday, and that's Michael's reasoning. He has referred to JB as Little Baggins from time to time, almost since the beginning. And, if you've seen me lately I could almost pass as a hobbit myself, between the huge club feet and super-wavy hair. I'm just a little too tall...

Anyway. Nothing else to report, except that we're pretty close to ready for all of this to happen. The house is getting in order (have just a few things to finish in JB's room), we're canning and freezing in hopes to have stuff to eat this Winter (though, we need to start freezing some actual meals, soups, etc.), and there isn't too much we need in terms of baby gear. I've had to loosen up on my to-do list, as I'm physically just not able to do much in any one given day, but that's ok. Nothing is too pressing - just wanted it done so that I wouldn't have to think about it later. But, I'm sure I won't be thinking about too much else once our little one is here. We may have a last minute, housewarming/co-ed shower if we can pull it together and JB isn't too early. Will keep everyone posted.

Oh, and I have the BEST husband ever. EVER. I don't care what any of you think, your husband doesn't hold a candle to this guy. ;-)