Up 1 pound from last week, so 10 pounds total.  Everything looks good.  Doc commented that my child always gives her such trouble.  She always has to search all over for his heartbeat and he always moves away as soon as she finds it.  I guess he’s going to be one of those kids.  And that, folks, was my very last appointment.  My mother in law will be here on Monday.  Whew!  Getting close to the end!

(Hold me.)

How far along? 37 weeks

Total weight gain: Appointment for today got rescheduled for tomorrow.  So for now we’ll stick with up 9 pounds total.

Maternity clothes? Yes.  Still.  Forever.

Sleep: Su-uck.  I can’t get comfortable, I wake up every 2 minutes because my hips are killing me or I need to pee.  AND it takes me like 5 minutes just to stand because I hurt so much.  This. Sucks.

Food cravings: Meh.

Best moment this week: I don’t know.  Naptime?

Movement: Yes, yes, yes.  Rolling and kicking and pushing and wiggling.

Gender: Boy. (Still.)  Also boring question. (Still.)

Labor Signs: Nope.

Belly Button in or out? Out.  For sure.

What I miss: Sleeping more than an hour at a time.  Being able to get up like a normal person.  Having patience.

What I am looking forward to: The end.  So so close.

Weekly Wisdom: Don’t give me any bad news or I will get VERY pissy and screamy and also make sure there is always milk in the house.

Milestones: Full term

I’m kinda bitchy these days.  I hurt.  No joke.  I went 40 weeks and 3 days with Smushy and never even came close to this kind of discomfort.  Heartburn sucks and I can’t sleep and I am so grumpy.  I’m trying to keep my temper in check, but I am failing all the time.  I feel bad for everyone around me.  I promise I’m not usually this mean.

I’m also really sad for the new guy.  I had 4 years of dreaming of the perfect baby before Smushy came along and by that time I was so anxious and excited I could have burst.  I don’t feel the same thing this time.  Maybe because I know how hard it can be sometimes?  Maybe because Smushy has been a pill lately?  Maybe I’m worried about the c-section?  Maybe it’s just hormones?  I don’t know for sure.  But I feel like this little boy is getting the short end of the emotional stick.  This might be my last one and I really really wanted to enjoy every minute, but I’m not.  So now I get to feel nervous and worried and guilty on top of everything else.

Almost done.  Almost done.  Almost done.