Welcome, fall!

Sunday was successful yet again. We spent a lot of time last week cleaning up and alleviating my amounting levels of stress. The best part of all of this is that the apartment is now clean and de-cluttered (thanks to Joe and my mom) and we were able to spend this weekend much more leisurely. In fact, after our usual Saturday doctor's visit it felt very strange to just go home afterward. We didn't need to buy anything or accomplish any tasks (I take that back, a nap was accomplished.)  Saturdays had previously been our prime shopping time.

With more free time, I spent Sunday I trudging through our basil forest.

 
Our four plants were extremely healthy all summer but, alas, they severely needed a trim and fall might take its cold-weather tole on them.

So we made something worthwhile.  I'll give you a hint:

 

So now we're just waiting.  Staying quite busy, but also prepared for our lives to, within a matter of a few hours, change completely.  Just not sure when that change will come...

How far along? 40 weeks

How big is baby? Who knows.  I hear he or she has gotta come out eventually.

Total weight gain: 50.5 pounds.  

 

Maternity Clothes? Oh, you mean Joe's t-shirts?

Stretch marks? More this week.  That is what I get for giving up on caring.  But again, I can't see them right now anyway.

Sleep:  I can't wait until there are more positions to sleep in than 2: right side or left side.  Better get cozy because I'll be in one of those for most of the night.

Movement: Often most active around 9 at night.  Braxton-hicks continue to increase in number and intensity. 

Food cravings: Lemonade has been another one throughout the pregnancy.  I don't feel too badly buying the expensive stuff because I'm not spending money on other adult beverages for myself.

What I miss: Coats that fit.  No use buying one because it hasn't been chilly all that long, but I do feel silly with a button-up sweater buttoned at the top and my belly hanging out.  Luckily my belly stays warm on its own.

One thing I never anticipated was the exhaustion.  Everyone said I'd be tired, but I often feel as if I'd run 8-10 miles each morning and the tiredness, achyness, and general slowness take over the rest of the day.  Not just tired, but weak and sore. 

I miss shoes that fit.

What I am looking forward to:  Actually starting this next point in my life.  My mind is there...my baby is not yet here.

Milestones: Joe and I still made it a point to dance at a wedding this past weekend.  I'd like to consider that a win.

The feeling has come back in my left hand for the most part,and my right tingles more than usual.  I think it is on its way to regaining feeling too.

Say What?:

A neighbor told me I didn't look like I'd dropped at all.  I restrained myself from slapping her (at least in real life).  It was meant as a compliment of course, but this far along I don't want to feel like I'm regressing.

I sent a text to my mom on my way to work asking if she was also working that day.  I was curious to know if she had time to talk while I was driving.  She responded right away, and then called, "are you in labor?!?"  Um, no?  Calm down, mom!