I feel kinda ginormous these days. Although apparently not everyone thinks so, since the same people who told me I was "finally looking pregnant" are now exclaiming "oh, there's NO WAY you're due in two weeks, you're not big enough!" - so basically I can't win on that front and I'm just doing a lot of smiling and changing the subject.
Obviously still not sleeping incredibly well, or I wouldn't be blogging in the 6 AM hour on a Sunday. Yeeps. We went to baby class yesterday (both infant CPR and "all about baby," where they teach you very basic things like how to keep your newborn alive when you bring him home from the hospital) and learned that newborn sleep patterns are apparently established by the 36 week mark of pregnancy. So when I feel Holden doing baby jazzercise and throwing dance parties, that's what we should expect when he's here for reals...theoretically. That's scary.
Physically...doing ok, just low on energy. And low on space for meals - Holden's taking up some room in there. Although maybe not quite enough room - the doc thinks he might be a little on the small side (which she guesses at just by squeezing around and feeling him - not quite an exact science), so we're doing a sonogram on Wednesday to check on his size and growth and general condition of things in his own little personal biodome. And my hips are killing me - side sleeping? Body stretching out and doing weird things to prepare for this whole birth business? Yeeps again.
Milkshakes are delicious. And so are soapapillas at Chuy's. I'm kinda liking just going for it here in the last couple weeks...
Oh, and happy Mother's Day to all the mommies out there!! I'm secretly hoping Craig will do something sweet for me today...but am also managing expectations. He's big into logic and technicalities, and since Holden is still hanging out in utero, in Craig's eyes I probably don't qualify as a real mom yet. We'll see what happens...but for now I might try to go back to sleep as a present to myself.
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