We are officially over the pre-term hurdle, bring on a healthy baby. When we went for our 36 week appointment RAM was clocking in at 3.06 kilos/6.74 pounds. That’s a lot of baby thunder for 36 weeks.
How far into this thing? 37 weeks
Maternity Clothes? Define moo-moo. I refuse to buy anything else maternity. Thank you H&M for your fluffy, roomy jumpers.
Stretch marks? Nope. It seems like the 8th wonder of the world.
Best moment this week? Putting up a faux Christmas tree in Andy Jr’s room. And seeing his naughty bits FINALLY for ourselves on the big screen. That’s a long NHS story.
Miss anything? Knowing where my stomach stops. I run into everything, open doors on myself; it’s sad. I have no bump perception. Going places without a massive stare down would be great as well. I realise I’m a walking snow globe, thank you very much.
Movement? I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say I don’t know how these things don’t just fall out.
Food cravings? Ginger. I don’t discriminate against breadmen or any other ginger pastries. Prince Harry counts too.
Belly Button in or out? In, and holding on for dear life from the looks of it.
Workouts? I’ll tell you once we have a healthy baby boy:)
Looking forward to? Finally being able to call someone and not have them freak out that I’m in labor. Family, friends, the first thing they say is, “OMG you scared me.” Roo’s even given me a code word to use for the big event.
To say I’m anxious is an understatement. I cannot stay busy enough. And if one more person tells me to “enjoy these last few weeks of just you and Andrew,” my head will pop off. You try to relax when you’re carrying a Christmas Goose, no longer sleeping and can’t put on a sock without looking ridiculous.
These last few weeks seem surreal and I’m doing my best to enjoy them, but we are definitely ready to finally meet our bundle.