35 Weeks

Aside from the fact that I don't write nearly as often as I used to, I realized I really haven't written much about my pregnancy this time around. I guess that is to be expected, given that it is the second child and all. I actually have moments where I have to stop and think about how far along I am, because I have no idea. Other than that glaring difference - because really, when I was pregnant with Finn, I could have told you down to the day as well as what the baby was doing at that moment, and now I am like, um, 34 weeks, or maybe 35, who knows - this pregnancy has been pretty similar to my last one.

Except for the heartburn. Oh my God the heartburn. It really flares up around 5 every day, and even though I am now on some stronger stuff it is just miserable. And makes me not want to eat, which has led to a low weight gain that my midwife commented on yesterday followed up by 'But, we can clearly see the baby is growing, look at how big your belly is, so we won't worry!', which I want to tattoo on my head to all those people who tell me I don't look pregnant. Oh, and at 35.5 weeks I would like to kindly invite the baby to remove its head from my bladder, although going to the bathroom every 3 minutes is helpful in potty training Finn, since that is about how often he goes as well.

So that is it. We are getting close. We have a waterbirth class tonight, and a meeting with our doula this weekend. I vacuumed the garage this week, and if that doesn't scream nesting then I don't know what does. Paint colors have been chosen for both boy and girl, the car seat base has been installed in the car, baby clothes have been washed. I know there is more to do, but it seems more manageable than it did 3 weeks ago, when I realized we had nothing done.

Of course now I have cursed myself and this baby too will be 15 days late. That's just the way I roll.

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We had a party for Finn on Sunday at a local gym place, full of activities and songs and 20 3 year olds and pizza and cake. Naturally I was stressed and wanted it to be perfect and we ordered a cake and then when we went to get the plates we thought we ordered a different cake and the plates didn't match the cake we actually ordered and I had a meltdown that only a 9 month pregnant woman can do, and I had to rush back to the store and buy new ones, and as my parents and Lee pointed out, more than once, I am the only one who noticed but I don't care, it ended up being perfect. Let me tell you, nothing says stressful like a 3 year old birthday party. Who knew?