This week has been a bit rough. I feel roughly the size of a pregnant beluga whale (although Scott assures me I am still hundreds of pounds away from that goal because he is a stickler for the facts) and the thought of having 12 more days to go puts me in a foul mood. It is so weird, because I didn’t have this irritability with my other three pregnancies. I am praying and fighting the inclination as much as I can, though. I think the girls are sensing my mood because the older two have been in foul moods as well. Add in a miserable teething/runny nose/inexplicable gagging Wren and we are a motley crew indeed. Thank God my mom and grandmother have been helping me out a ton lately because it is getting hard to move around and I’m trying to keep my feet up as much as possible to avoid all this terrible swelling.
I can’t believe I am even making this picture public. All for the sake of the blog, my friends! Pregnancy really is a beautiful thing, my childless readers. Don’t let this picture scare you off. I’m, um, glowing on the inside.
My appointment with the newest doctor to the practice went well. She is really young and seems very professional and knowledgeable. She thought it should be fine for us to take a little trip this weekend an hour away to my grandparent’s farm for the girls to play and enjoy this beautiful weather. She just recommended that I head back immediately if I start having contractions. My blood pressure was great, same weight as last week (to be expected toward the end), Baby Lady is measuring 37 weeks exactly! I told them not to do the internal exam because I hate it and find it unnecessary. She was kind enough to agree.
Next week is my final appointment! Ahhhhhhh! Mom says she is ready for the girls at any time. She has a few outfits and pajamas for them so that I don’t have to worry about having bags packed for the entire family ready to go at a moment’s notice for the next week or so (like we have enough clothes to do that anyway). I hope I inherited some of her genius.
Other than the aforementioned maladies, the other girls are doing well. They love playing with bubbles or playing in the sandbox outside while mama relaxes with my feet up. Wren loves toddling around and putting everything in her mouth, foiling my plan to just relax with my feet up. We are anxiously awaiting the opening of my grandparents’ pool (it is regularly 90 degrees F here now) so that we can all cool off. Floating in a pool in your third trimester is heavenly.
Snuggle butt with my sweet SIL
Scott has been a great help, making sure I stay off my feet as much as possible. He even went above and beyond the call of duty and watched all three girls one evening so that I could attend an event. He sent me this pic of their evening together.