Weeks 33-38

Our little bean has made a habit of growing too fast and then slowing down, resulting in extra ultrasounds to make sure all is well. So far, she is just big and tall. This mama really shouldn't be shocked, but still is a little bit.

The existence of sleep is making an early exit. Too much to think about? Too much to anticipate? Practice for upcoming months? Olivia getting hiccups every time I lie down or roll over?

Perhaps, all of the above.

My attitude has been a bit, well, poopy...for lack of a better word. I had got into the bad habit of cursing my belly, its big and awkward shape, its immense discomfort, often referring to it as my "dang belly." That is until B pointed out, "You call it "dang," but its her mode of life and her home." Well, shoot. When he puts it like that, how can I not appreciate it? Thank goodness for a husband who can put things into perspective for me, as my perspective has broken.

My body is slowly making progress. Her bed is assembled, her bag is packed, her car seat waiting....Hopefully by Tuesday after the ultrasound we will know a little more of when to anticipate her arrival. But for now, we are just waiting, waiting...waiting...waiting...