L(ost) Letters: 35 Weeks

Okay, I'm saying Uncle to pregnancy. It got me. I've had a pretty easy time, but I am still dunzo. I feel terrible saying that because I've managed to avoid almost every bad pregnancy symptom in the book. No heartburn, hemroids, constipation, insomnia, nausea, skin problems, etc. I know, right? I hate me too. Even still, I'm worn out. My energy level hasn't been that big of an issue since the beginning, but I'm definitely slowing down now. I've gained around twenty two pounds and I don't think I want to add another ounce to carry around. I attribute my easy time to ninety-five percent luck and five percent refusing to take it easy. I've stayed too busy to think about how I'm feeling. I don't want to slow down and I definitely don't want to be the whiny pregnant girl. I don't like her.

Baby Locke seems to be enjoying the life aquatic. He's gotten too big for his hijinks of a few weeks ago. Now he's more into doing a one-man hokey pokey. But, you know, that is what it's all about. According the doctor, he's droppin' it like it's hot, which explains why my Summer home is the bathroom. Also, he's head down facing left/back, with his legs bent and kicking my lower left side. I know that's hard to picture, so I'll put it this way, that moving protrustion on my right side is a tiny rear end that is womb-mooning you. At the last ultrasound, the doctor commented on how long his fingers and his legs are and every time we tried to see his face, he'd kind of grimace and cover it with his hands and move away. So, basically, I'm due to give birth to my husband in around five weeks. I'm excited to have two of him! Max has been kind enough to try out all of the baby gear for us. He's been in the rocker, the crib and the stroller. He's even tested a few toys to make sure they aren't a choking hazard. That's love.