Pampering

These last couple of weeks of pregnancy are rough.  I forgot how exhaused one's body can be.  I try not to, but I do waddle by the end of the day.  I can't help it.  It's just more comfortable to walk that way.  Jereme thinks it is hilarious... makes me want to kick him. Instead, I've decided to pamper myself and start getting pedicures weekly since I can't reach my own toes. See.  Nice and pretty.

The pedicure lady tells me that I'm having a boy.  However, my mid-wife keeps referring to the baby as a she.  Always makes me wonder if she is spilling the beans because she knows or if she is just saying that because that what comes out.

Don't they say that rubbing the ankles can put you into labor?  The pedicure lady gave me a nice 15 minute rub down.  I think she just felt bad that my feet were swollen.  Plus, if I go into labor and look like crap, at least my toes will be pretty.  Maybe they'll be my focus point.  Ha!  Who am I kidding?  I won't be focusing on anything but getting this kiddo outta me!

So, weekly checks started yesterday.  Tomorrow will be 37 weeks which means I am officially term.  Can I get a HELLS YES!  That means its around the corner. I am one centimeter dialated and 50% effaced.  I got at least another week in me, I hope.  We're pretty ready at home.  I have to pack bags and get the carseats ready, but other than that... I feel like I am organized enough to bring a kid home.  At least we can walk into the baby's room without having to kick things out of the way.

So, what's a girl to do when you are about to bring another baby into the picture?  Well, all I want for the next few weeks is to enjoy having just one child.  I fully intend on snuggling, kissing and all around spoiling Lilly until the baby is born.  I just want to get as much of her as I can while she is the only one who needs my attention.  Love that little girl sooooo much!

Until next week.  Oh and I promise to have a belly pic.  One more just to have the evidence that I carried this child.

Adios!