I still wake up every morning and say to Patrick "I can't believe our baby is almost here". I'm ridiculously pregnant at this point, and very much aware that there is a baby inside of me anxious to join the world. Still I find it unbelievable that in a sort time our baby will be here and she will be all ours.
I've started to become a bit nervous about the day that she will arrive. Even though I know that most first time pregnancies go long, I still feel like she will arrive at 38 weeks. The other day December, 19th popped into my mind so that is the day that I have picked in the baby arrival date guessing game that my mom has started. So far the dates range from December 19th - Jan. 1st. Watch her get comfy cozy after all of her attempts to escape and decide that she will stay in past 40 weeks. She may want to arrive on her daddy's birthday Jan. 4th.
Last week my doc told me that he will be on vacation Dec. 24th - Jan. 3rd. I predicted in the long process that it took us to get pregnant that we would end up with a December baby, and I also figured that our doc would be on vacation. I know that it is not the end of the world, but I really like my doc and there is only one other at the practice who I am really not a fan of. I'm sure at the time, I will be grateful for whoever delivers our baby, but I still would like the peace of mind to know that my doc could possibly be the one to deliver her.
I have been battling a cold for the past 2 weeks, which is extra annoying. Colds are an inconvenience as it is, but being 33 weeks pregnant with a cold is really awful. It has been the worst cold ever and it will just not go away. I have been sneezing so hard that I'm sure the baby is traumatized. She has resorted to kicking me in the ribs which is an extra bonus right now. I have basically been home bound other than a few small trips out with Patrick to run some baby errands. I get a little stir crazy being home so much, but simple things like getting in and out of the car and grocery shopping have become so uncomfortable.
Last week when my doc told me about his vacation, he also told me that I am anemic, I have sciatica and the pressure that the baby is putting on my pelvis is only going to get worse. Oh and that my cold may just last forever and that throwing up in your sleep happens sometimes at this stage due to my gigantic uterus. I just keep telling myself that the end is near and this is all so very worth it.
On an up note, we had a maternity photo shoot booked for the beginning of October. I was hoping that we would have a beautiful fall day, and that I would not yet be enormously pregnant. Well, our photo shoot ended up getting rained out multiple times and we ended up having our photos at the end of October. Each day that passed, my baby bump and basically every other part of my body was growing by the minuet. Needless to say, I was enormously pregnant for the photo shoot. We still had a fantastic day. We love our photographer Gina Christine, and we had so much fun styling the photo shoot. I was able to get Patrick excited about it by incorporating his hot rod. We don't have the disk yet, but we did get a sneak peek.