I am 35 weeks pregnant today. Normal term is 40 weeks. We're going to have another baby in five weeks. Holy crap.
Want to know how I'm feeling? Too bad, cause I'm going to tell you anyway... Here is a little excerpt from the babycenter.com newsletter I receive weekly:
Your baby doesn't have much room to maneuver now that she's over 18 inches long and weighs over 5 pounds. In fact, most of her development is complete. From here on, she's mostly concentrating on fattening up. You don't have a lot of room to grow either — your uterus is now about 15 times its normal size.
Once again, I say, "Holy crap!" Both my husband and my coworkers have been marvelling at my profile. People look at me from the front and think, oh, she's a little pregnant. Then I turn to the side and you hear the theme from 2001: A Space Odyssey in the background. I am huge. And the baby supposedly gains a half pound per week from here on out. Words fail me here... oh wait, I know what to say... "Holy Crap!"
I am popping Tums as if they were mints because my stomach has been pushed up so far in my chest that is it working on digesting my left lung. All those Tums are not good for the old GI system either. I think they settle your stomach by pushing all its contents out the other side.
The sad thing is, this is my last pregnancy and I shall miss it, I know. I really do enjoy being pregnant. As much as I complain about it, I marvel every day at the fact that I am growing a little life inside of me. Even better, a little life that is part me and part Chris. Not to get too sappy here, but that is really way cool when you stop to think about it. Watching him dance and roll around in my tummy is really something to behold, and although they are wonderful outside the womb as well, you just can't get that same sensation back.
So in the next five weeks, I plan to enjoy this as much as possible.