But here I am. Almost 36 weeks. Approx. 4 weeks to go. I'm feeling fine. I might even say good (but I don't want to jinx myself). I feel like I take a huge hit when she's growing and then I plateau and I'm fine.
When I hit 34 weeks.. I had my ass handed to me. Was exhausted. My back was killing me. My patience was out the window. Walking seemed too strenous. Last Thursday I thought I had tennis elbow (let's add tendonitis on everything). I went to bed at 9pm. I started to wear spanks to try and support my back as well as wear good tennis shoes for support. I have stretch marks on my tummy. I've been drinking an insane amount of water and chewing an insane amount of ice. (Which actually is different from my first pregnancy where I didn't want to drink water, but did want to chew on ice. They told me I was dehydrated when I checked in for delivery.. I'll be surprised if I hear that this time.). I usually have to use the restroom at least once when going grocery shopping... I have had to use it twice in one trip.
I did lose my patience a little with Alex today. I needed to bake up some chocolate bread real quick.. And because I love cooking with him I enlisted his help. Well because I wanted to do it real quick.. I didn't put on aprons and he covered me in batter.... And... He may have sneezed right in the batter?!? I'm not sure. God.. I hope not. The tv turned on almost right after we were done cause mama was losing her cool.
We find out on Friday if we are scheduling a c section. Anyway that it turns out... I'm still nervous for delivery. I just want them to hand me my baby girl...
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