I am now 34 weeks, and I have NO idea where all the time has gone, where the months, weeks and days have gone. It seems like yesterday I was telling you all, telling my family and sneaking telling people at work. Now…6 weeks.
We are not ready, I won’t lie and say we are. We don’t have a room “ready” with the whole “Oh my gosh the baby will be here before you know it” sighs that many do. Shoot, we haven’t even bought our car seat/stroller yet. We know which one we are getting, just haven’t gotten it yet. We have 99% of the things that we NEED for when this little guy comes home, the last 1% will happen over the next couple weeks I am sure.
I am super proud to say that I have STILL maintained my weight gain, my doctor is super impressed with me and my eating skills (or my acid reflux kicking my butt so I can’t eat some morning skills). He told me this past week that I look fantastic, that Slash is measuring “right on track” and that I should just keep on keeping on. That made me happy, and eased some of Hubby’s fears about my acid reflux and all the fun stuff that comes with it.
I am at that uncomfortable “why hello pressure in all the wrong places” stage, but it could be so much worse I keep reminding myself. I feel good 90% of the time, and the pressure isn’t awful just THERE all the time. I am not sleeping the greatest, but that changes daily. My appetite is low, but there isn’t a ton of room for food in there. He does go a bit crazy when it’s meal time, typical Fritz already.
Things are moving along, it just is moving WAY to fast!