Well hello there indigestion, restless nights and carpal tunnel, come on in, I've been expecting you!

Hi! Busy making your summer plans? Yeah, me too. In fact, not sure what you'll be doing, but on July 16th I'll have a third child to cuddle.

Oh my holy, holy, holy cow.

That's in 33 days. THIRTY THREE DAYS PEOPLE!

I cannot believe how fast this pregnancy has gone by. Which is great, really great. I've felt awesome and have been more than happy with my progress so far. That is, up until about a week ago. That familiar stage when standing actually feels better than sitting yet your body desperately wants to sit. Or when you rush to the bathroom because you're afraid of piddling all over the floor, yet you only let about three drops fall. Or when your so hungry but only have room for a couple bites. Yeah, I'm at that stage.

To be exact, today I turn 34 weeks pregnant. My baby weighs about 4.75 pounds. Kinda like the cantaloupe you cut up this morning.



I'm secretly hoping that the other 21 pounds that I've gained is all amniotic fluid. Fingers crossed.

During our last ultrasound, we were told that we were having a boy. I have not had another ultrasound since and frankly, I feel its a tad premature to trust one lab technician. Everyone else around me has no problem claiming that we are having a boy, including my husband. But, for whatever reason I think I need more proof---which I'll get in THIRTY THREE DAYS. OMG. OMG. OMG.

For all intents and purposes we'll go with our lab technician's claim and assume that it's a boy that keeps on kicking the shit out of me daily.

It would be so great to have a son. The idea seems so foreign to me. How in the hell do you parent a boy? I honestly feel this way. But I also know that the moment he's put in my arms, it'll all come natural. A son. If you could only see my smile right now--it's huge. I am SO excited to meet him. Just in case you were curious as to what's goin' down in the ol' uterus of mine, apparently his central nervous system is maturing and his lungs are continuing to mature as well.

How all babies don't come out claustrophobics, I'll never know.



Also, I'm more than happy to report that babies born between 34 and 37 weeks who have no other health problems generally do fine. Pfew.

According to my weekly pregnancy update:

"Your tiredness is perfectly understandable. But now's the time to slow down and save up your energy."

Are you kidding me, slow down? Then who the heck is going to finish painting the inside of a shelving unit, or hang the new drapes, or find a better accent flower for my walkway? Ya know, important baby centered tasks.

It went on to inform me that if I've been sitting or lying down for a long time, I shouldn't jump up too quickly because blood can pool in my feet and legs, causing a temporary drop in my blood pressure.

Ahhh, the joys of pregnancy.

Today Eugene, Bella and I took a tour of the maternity ward at our hospital. It made it oh so real to us. The good news? I'll have a private room, which is great. It wasn't like that in California! Also, Bella gets to take a "big sister" class next weekend where she has to bring in a doll and a baby picture of herself. The nurses are going to teach her to change the diapers and care for a baby.....how adorable is that?!

Bella is going to be great, this I know. It's Mia that I'm worried about. But somehow, someway we're gonna make it work.

Table of five, here we come!