I know pretty much all my posts are part of my pregnancy journal these days, but it's really about all I can focus on right now. I'm sure I'm driving AJ nuts with it. I eat, breathe, and live baby.
But hey. Do you see this belly? I do what I want. I also eat what I want. It's wonderful.
I had my 36 week ultrasound last Thursday.
Because of how big Char was they wanted to get an idea of this baby's size so we could make a plan based on that. It was very different from having the 20 week ultrasound because we could only see one body part at a time. His femur took up the whole screen.
So. No pictures. I was really hoping for some, but he was just too squashed in there to get any good ones. We did get a glimpse of his face though, and his nose looked a little snubbish to me. That may be because I see what I want to see. I have a snub nose so of course he should too.
I don't care though. I just want to see what he looks like.
According to the ultrasound, Josiah is weighing in at approximately 7 lbs, 2 oz. and that was last Thursday.
Basically, he's a fatty.
They guesstimated that if he were born on his due date he'd be about 9 1/2 lbs. If I go over the four days that I did with the other three he'd be right around the same size Char was. Just saying that makes me feel physically uncomfortable.
So anyway, I'll be induced somewhere around 39 weeks. Yay!
I was feeling completely unmotivated before, but something about hearing my baby was 7 lbs. started a fire under my hiney, and I've been nesting like crazy. I'm almost done. Baby's stuff is all washed, put together, organized, etc. waiting for his sweet little self, and the only thing I can think of that I'd like to do before he arrives involves painting. I don't know if that's going to happen though.
The sweet ladies at church had a baby shower for me, and I officially have everything I need. I'd given away almost all my baby stuff, but the Lord really provided and we aren't lacking anything. You should see the things these girls whip up like it's nothing. They are unbelievably talented.
Let me show you a sampling.
There's this hunting themed set. That little camo thing sitting on the moose's lap is a hunting cap.
It's very little-manly.
Then it's all packaged together in a matching basket. She even makes her own tags.
I'm telling you. Crafty.
Then we have this adorable toy box.
I think it's safe to say it wasn't made by a lady, but it is homemade. And adorable.
We're trying to figure out if we want to stain it or paint it. And if we go with paint, what color should we paint it? And what if I pick the wrong color and it's not as adorable anymore? The decision is to much for me right now.
Next, we have sing-a-long puppy helping us out by modeling this tux jacket.
Made out of yarn.
With a yellow rose on the lapel.
And. Hold on.
It has tails in the back.
Want to hear the best part? The girl that made this? Is thirteen.
What was I doing when I was thirteen? I certainly wasn't making super awesome tuxedos out of yarn.
Then we have this treasure, also from the baby shower.
Everyone filled out these 'wishes for baby' cards, and this is by far my favorite one. It's from my own dear six year old girlie.
"I hope you become Satan." Thank you Amber. May all your wishes never come true.
Heehee. I think maybe she meant for Josiah to ignore Satan. Little kid typos are the best.
I promised minimal whining so I'll just give you the facts on the negative stuff. I'm not whining, but:
My joints are loose, my muscles are tight.
I have heartburn.
My feet swell a little bit some days, and they're not pretty.
Sleep is getting uncomfortable. That three point turn from one side to the other is challenging.
I've been crampy (60% effaced!).
I'm short on breath and stomach space.
All in all, it's not so bad.