Yep...I'm a few days away from being considered "full term." That means that the baby will not be considered a preemie and that if he were to be born right now, all of his organs would be able to function on their own. This also means that the baby could come at any time (Yay!) However, that doesn't mean he won't stay in his little cocoon for another three (or four?!) weeks. (Yikes!)
I'm feeling ok these days, but I'm tired. I've been keeping myself pretty busy with things to help keep my mind off of labor, but it's starting to wear me down, I think. I think I'm using all of my nesting energy on other things, which leads me to wonder when I'm going to get to clean out my kitchen cabinets, my fridge, and my closet, etc. Heath says that I'll have plenty of time to do things like that when I take off work the week before my due date, but what if the baby comes before then? When will I have time to do it all?!?
Take a deep breath...ok...that's better.
Baby is supposed to weigh six pounds this week. That explains why my nerves in my hip area are feeling like they're being zapped constantly here lately. And that's why my left ankle is the size of my face. I have no idea why my right ankle isn't as swollen, but it's not.
My heartburn had been getting worse until I started propping myself up two nights ago. Wow. I was getting up three times a night and chewing on Tums like they were candy. There is no other taste in this world like stomach acid, and believe me. I was getting my fair share of it each and every night. Yuck! Something had to give! Since I started trying to sleep slightly upright, it has been soooo much better. Last night I got up only once! Even Heath is sleeping better.
Since the weather has turned warm, I've been wearing my comfy Yellow Box flip flops and summery dresses to keep me cool. We southerners love our flip flops!
Saturday is the 5k here in town. It recognizes Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and honors a man that was a victim of it, Martin Young, the late husband of a sweet lady who attends church with me. I am the registration coordinator, but I'm also doing the one mile. Everyone keeps asking me if I'm going to run it, but I'm not sure at this point. Running hurts! So it might just be a woggle: walk, jog, and waddle. Yep. Mark it down. I coined that term, folks. It's for a good cause, so come on out and woggle beside me or run the 5k!
My best friend's wedding is next Saturday, so I thought I might need to try on my bridesmaid dress to see if it is going to fit right. Well, that size 18 fits pretty well. It's a little loose at the top, but other than that, it fits. I'm just going to leave it at that.
I had a wonderful shower Saturday in my hometown. So many family and friends came out and showered me with love and gifts for my little guy. I will never forget how sweet everyone has been and how special everyone has made this time for me.
I am saddened about the attack in Boston and for the families who have family members who are no longer here or who are wounded. I know next year's race will be such an unprecedented event because the spirit or America and of the Boston Marathon will be something of mammoth proportions. My thoughts and prayers are with everyone involved.
Below are some pictures of my shower, my ankle, and my usual weekly belly pic.
Only three or four updates (maybe!) left!!