Week 36ish seriously, can anyone keep track?

Current weight – 173 lbs yeehaw

While I’ve become more and more used to being pregnant I have neglected to adequately psych myself up for labor and delivery, not to mention parenthood. Although, now that I think about it I haven’t even really felt pregnant until the past week or so. It’s harder to roll over or sit up, getting in and out of my car isn’t as easy as it used to be either and forget bending over (I’m a grade a dipper). I’m terrified of labor. At first I didn’t think I would be one of those women who freak out when they go into labor but the closer I get the more I see myself denying the situation and then panicking. Regardless of what I do, I am fairly certain that I will over react. I anticipate tears and displacement in large quantities.

If I were to post my Facebook status for the next few weeks it would read “Abby is feeling a bit like December 7, 1941” I feel SO unprepared. Things at the house aren’t ready at all, paperwork still needs to be taken to the hospital, I need to finish with work (2 more weeks!!!), diaper service needs to be set up, I need to get all the diaper covers organized. Its too much for one human incubator to handle. Men just don’t get it. Cesar is out trying to capitalize on the last remaining days of his youth (never mind that I didn’t get the opportunity, bastards) while I stress over the impending responsibilities. It’s a good thing we’re the smarter sex because a man couldn’t handle all of this. I dare you to tell me I’m wrong.

Baby is doing well. Head is down, heart rate is good, I’m healthy, we’re both doing great. I’m not dilated at all yet and they checked for “harmful bacteria”.  He still moves around a lot and it’s a lot more uncomfortable now. Sometimes he knocks the wind out of me, which I will keep filed away for a day when he thinks I never did anything for him. Hmm…Jewish guilt must be inherited.

Two more weeks of work, two more weeks of work, two more weeks of work! I’ve already mentally checked out. It doesn’t help that I have about 5% of the work I used to have and I’m tired every day because I can’t sleep at night. I’m looking forward to “dropping” so I can breathe more easily. I’m up to weekly appointments now, which will help me get through my last two work weeks (they tend to take a couple hours J )

I want a beer.

Week 35

Current Weight: 170? 172? who cares?

Good news! My belly button is still an innie. I'm also free for stretch marks, don't hate me.
Oh, and baby is head down (as of 5 weeks ago), has been kicking plenty, and my weight looks good!
We started taking our birthing prep class 2 weeks ago. I hope its helpful. Lots of relaxation techniques and spelling out of labor stages, pains, and the step by step of what happens during labor. I think we're both learning a lot, Cesar might be learning a little more than he had hoped for.
It's actually been really interesting to see the cultural differences in the way we view childbirth (and child rearing?). He kind of expects me to just "be" and prepare myself, whereas I want him to know whats going on and feel connected to the whole process as much as he can be so he can start to get to know his son. He still gets weirded out by movement but I make him touch my belly whenever I can.
The baby actually gets stage fright. I wasn't sure it was really possible but I'm pretty sure he only moves for me and sometimes Cesar. My sister got to feel him this weekend after my super amazing baby shower. One of the first person aside from me or Cesar to feel him.
The 2nd baby shower was amazing. It was beautiful and sweet and reminded me again of how generous people can be. I (think) I have everything I NEED now. Can we ever really be prepared for something we've never done? I've heard a lot of advice and I think it helps, if nothing else It allows me to form my own thoughts and opinions about how I think I'll think.
5 weeks to go. Counting down the end of this 9 month life, and prepping for the new life long one. There are so many things to feel but I still feel very calm. Okay so that's a lie. I'm very anxious, but this does nothing so I try to be as calm as possible. Between packing, moving, prepping, and having a life (...oh wait...) its easy to get lost in my own to-do list. For now, I'm thankful for all of the distractions and every piece of normalcy that comes my way.
I'm off to polish off a pint of ice cream before bed. Someone has been kick boxing for the past hour or so. I could learn a thing or two from him.