I hate the final weeks of pregnancy - not just because I start to get uncomfortable and am anxious to meet the little person who has kept me company for the past nine months - but because I get tired of the same questions I have been answering for people for weeks. The "when are you due" - April 18; "you still haven't had that baby yet?" - nope, not yet; "is it a boy or a girl" - boy; followed of course by "what is his name" - we don't know yet - and we really do not know!; And then there are the comments "you look like you are about to pop" - thanks, I didn't already know that on my own. And now that we are in the final week or two (let's hope not three) it seems like I can't make a phone call or have the phone ring without the question "Any baby yet?" or "Do you feel anything different like the baby is coming?" Yes, now I know that everyone has these questions (and comments) are trying to be sincere, but.... at this point, no news is no news!
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| 34 weeks |
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| 39 weeks |
And just when you think a belly can in no way get any bigger - it does! But seriously, I think at this point I can say that my belly is stretched to the max and it is time for #3 to make a grand entrance! At my 39-week appointment this morning my doctor assured me that I am progressing and ready to deliver at any time, however, I was still to make an appointment for next week -"just in case". Let's just hope I get to cancel that appointment!
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