In exactly 3 minutes it will be Tuesday. And this Tuesday marks 34 weeks of pregnancy - wow!
That means that we are now officially at the point where my midwife will no longer try to stop the contractions if I go into labor.
It's insane to think that we've reached that milestone.
At this point, whenever I go into labor, you're coming - there's no trying to stop it now.
I certainly don't want you to come yet.
You still need to keep on baking for at least another three weeks. Preferably longer. But at least three more, okay?
Now don't take this the wrong way. I definitely don't want you to come later than six weeks from now! On time or a week or two early would be great in my book.
Just thought you should know what I think, in case you want to pander to my requests.
I'm definitely counting down the days until you arrive, though.
Partially because I can hardly wait to meet this little wiggly character inside of me who has already stolen my heart.
And partially because my back HURTS!
I really don't mean to complain, because I wouldn't trade you for anything.
But I won't lie - I'm looking forward to actually being able to crack my back again once you're born.
Right now, my innards are too crushed with you inside me for me to be able to crack my back. I can barely turn to either side without feeling like my ribs are about to pop out of socket, so I certainly can't turn enough to crack my back.
And my back is really starting to bother me...a lot.
Our bed doesn't help - it's a bit too soft for me, and I usually am sore and stiff by the time I wake up these days.
I honestly am terrified of chiropractors, but I'm so stiff and sore all the time nowadays that I actually have considered facing my fears and making an appointment with one.
Probably the only reason it hasn't happened is because money's very tight right now, and I'm spending any "extra" money we have on preparing for you to arrive!
Speaking of which, I'll be doing LOTS of shopping this week to get all the last minute little things that we need to have before you enter the world (like diaper wipes, for example).
In other news, tomorrow also marks our second birthing class, and I can't wait! I feel like I've just been waiting with bated breath for an entire week for our second class to arrive, so I'm very much looking forward to tomorrow evening.
Your dad is, too.
Every night, he and I read the Bible over you, and the entire time, he rubs my stomach and plays with you and talks to you. Your dad loves you so, so much. He loves to feel you move. He loves to pray over you. He loves to sing to you and talk to you and kiss you and tell you how much he loves you.
He's going to be a great dad. I just know it.
And I love watching him "interact" with you while you're inside me - it makes me all the more excited to see him meet you for the first time!
And it's so nice that he can finally experience a little bit of what I've been experiencing for so long, now that your movements are so strong.
In fact, there are a couple of spots on either side of my ribcage where you like to scrape your foot or knee or some other part of your body across my side, and it really, really, really doesn't feel good. Your dad knows where that spot is, and every time he feels you move there, he looks up at me with an expression that says, "I felt that one! Are you okay? Did it hurt?" It's really a very cute mixed expression - it's partially excited and happy that he felt you move, and partially concerned because he knows that that's a tender spot for me.
Well, Baby, that's about it on this end. Nothing too exciting. Just wanted to update you on our new milestone.
Only a few more milestones to go before you enter this world, and I finally get to meet you!
ps...It might sound silly, but every time I hear Adele's "Crazy for You," I think of you and sing along, serenading you as I think excitedly about the upcoming days where I will get to sing you to sleep. I think that just might be "our" song :) I might be crazy, Baby, but "if I am, I'm crazy for you." I love you so much.