Full term, baby, FULL TERM. That officially means that this little lady is welcome to come whenever she’d like. While I want her to continue to bake until the full 40 weeks, part of me would love to have her here right this minute.
This week sleeping and breathing got exponentially harder. Sometimes I’ll be standing there doing nothing and find myself trying to catch my breath. And climbing those two flights of stairs to the apartment or up to the subway at rush hour have just become total highlights of my day.
As for sleep, you’re supposed to sleep on your left side so that the baby gets the best blood flow, which of course can get old after a while. What I wouldn’t give to sleep on my stomach (ha, that’s obviously not happening) or even my back. But I’m a rule follower so left side it is. I wake up in the middle of the night feeling so sore and stiff and totally convinced I’m going to start getting bed sores.
Then before bed one night Jon’s all, “You know, you’ve been snoring a lot recently.”
OH, I’M SO SORRY. This whole pregnancy thing must be really hard on you.
And then he told me I was beautiful. Even when I snore.