38 weeks.

This whole pregnancy has been great and- for the most part- very easy and enjoyable. These last few weeks, however, have not been so fun. At 38 weeks, I'm like a walking furnace, I think my ribs are permanently bruised, and I feel like humpty-dumpty every time I roll out of bed/stand up from the couch/get into the car. I avoid denim or anything with buttons like the plague at this point and pop Pepcid AC's like they're candy. Trying to put on shoes that are not flip flops require a careful routine of leaning forward, propping myself against the wall on my forehead, and only after I've found the proper equilibrium, slowly pulling on each shoe one at a time. It's a glamorous life I live.

Really though, these last nine months have been such a great experience and I'm grateful for all that it's brought along with it. The good and the bad. And I think we're to the point where we can finally say we're ready for our little guy to be here!