36 Weeks

This was written on Wednesday...I went to the Dr. and guess what?? I am dilated to a 3, 75% effaced and feeling irregular contractions. Looks like this MAY be my last preggo post...STAY TUNED!.....

"Oh, that you would bless me and enlarge my territory! Let your hand be with me, and keep me from harm so that I will be free from pain." Chronicles 4:10
4 to go...

Well, friends, I feel the end nearing. My waddle has reached a new level of waddle and it is near impossible to lay down without needing assistance getting up! My belly is bigger than ever and sticks out so far that none of my pants or shirts fit! It's still amazing to me that he continues to grow and I continue to find a place for him, or at least, my body somehow does!

I went to the Dr. on Friday and after the Strep B test, Dr. Moore went ahead and checked to see if I was dilated...and I was! I was at a 1 cm. as of last Friday. I know not to get too excited about that because I know lots and lots of people who have been stuck at a 2 or 3 for a month! Still, it was quite a nice sound to my ears to know at least there was some progress. I will keep you posted on any further progress I may have!

This week I started cutting down my hours at work to only 2 days a week and it has been so incredibly nice! Monday and Tuesday I got so much accomplished--I am calling myself "The Steamroller". If I am not nesting, it is going to be hilarious when I do!! I have painted a table, painted letters to hang in the nursery, arranged and oraganized the nursery (it's ready to go), finished thank-you notes, packed mine and Tristan's bag for the hospital, had brunch with Libby, cooked meals, and of all things...made a poundcake. Why? No telling. It is so bizarre! I have loved every minute of being home and can't wait to do it all the time!

I was thinking this morning about how incredibly thankful I am for Tristan. I know everyone is thankful for their children, however, I give thanks for him for so many reasons. He was conceived during a very new and scary time in my life, just days after I found out about a disorder I have had. Something that was such a burden, God turned into a blessing. Reassuring me that life continues on. Tristan's presence has made my iron levels even out and are right where they should be. And for these past 9 months, I have felt very healthy and well. Who knew a pregnancy could do that? What a joy!

Every little leg cramp, back pain and swollen finger is coming to an end. I know soon all of these pregnancy woes will be over. I can't say I am not glad to have my body back to semi-normal, but a huge part of me is going to miss this time. My first pregnancy. The first time I wanted to sleep all day, the first time I saw a little lima bean with a heartbeat, the first time I felt that little "flutter", the first time I saw my belly morph, the first time I heard, "it's a Boy." I will miss the intimacy I have knowing that my body is protecting him and providing for him. Still, going through his room and touching and smelling his things makes me anticipate his arrival. To hold him and see his face, to touch his skin. To call him by name in the flesh. I can't wait for Brent to know him as I do. To share him with his daddy. I know my days are numbered with him inside of me, so I am trying to enjoy every little minute. Cherish every detail. Until my little man makes his big debut, I continue to wait.