36 Weeks and Counting

Yes, yes…I know, I keep saying I’ll post more pictures of my baby belly which turns out to be lies.  I have the pics, I’m just too busy to take the time to actually post them.  I am in the middle of repenting, so they will be put up soon…meaning before our little lady arrives.

I also had some maternity photos taken 3 weeks ago and once I get those back, I will post those as well.

This week marked my 36^th week…meaning I’m finally in the last month.  Which, technically is the 10^th month.  This whole 9 months of pregnancy is a total fallacy.  Pregnancy is counted in weeks.  40 of them.  Which, if anyone can do their math, there are usually 4 weeks in a month, and 40 divided by 4 equals 10.  Yep.  10 months.  Though I’m not complaining as I’ve had a GREAT pregnancy (especially once Omeprazole and I became great friends and I go to the chiropractor weekly).  In fact, with how close the due date is becoming I’m wishing I had more time…there is still so much to do!

We finally started putting the baby’s room together.  Yes, yes, we procrastinated…but for very good reasons I won’t get into.  We just finally broke down and decided we shouldn’t wait any longer.  Things are coming together fairly well.  We are still awaiting the arrival of the cradle.  Husband’s father is making one for us out of maple, which we can’t wait to get!  It will be beautiful I’m sure!

We are trying to adjust our cats to the new residence of their food.  They are being a bit difficult about it, but it has only been 5 days, so hopefully they’ll catch on soon. 

I rolled my ankle last week and took a tumble.  Luckily I caught myself mostly with my hands so the trauma to the baby was very minimal., if there was any at all.   The trauma to my ankle is another story: I heard it pop as I stepped on it wrong and went down.  I believe that having my center of balance off and my ligaments really loose due to pregnancy made for the perfect situation for injuring my unaware ankle. I’ve wrapped it, iced it and elevated it every day, and it still aches pretty badly.  I decided to self-treat my injury beyond what I’ve been doing and I pulled out my gigantic boot from when I tore the ligaments in the same ankle during the Ragnar Relay two summers ago.  I hate wearing it, but I would rather do so and help it heal than have a bum ankle when our little lady gets here.  I figure if it still hurts as badly next week, after wearing the boot every day, I will give in and see my podiatrist (and pray he doesn’t tell me it’s broken).

My OB said everything looks great and the baby has a happy and healthy heartbeat.  She also said she doesn’t think she’ll come early, which is fine by me.  We’re hoping our little lady doesn't come until the 30th of November because of schooling and tests.  But I know she’ll come when she is ready to, and we’ll be prepared for her arrival regardless – we’ll have to be.