34 Weeks!

34 weeks! Only 42 days until my due date... which sounds like crazy talk, but it's true! We had our short and sweet doctor visit yesterday - measured the uterus, listened to Chuy's heartbeat, complained about my hot flashes, etc.


Dr. E said that 34 weeks is when the doctors all breath a sigh of relief. He said if Chuy were born today, he would be a bit small, but would be in good shape - lungs are developed and what not. So, that was nice to hear - not that I want little dude to come out before his timer goes off, but if he happens to pull the cord early, we're cool.





My uncomfortable-ness has hit maximum overdrive lately - clothes are not my friend - it's always hot no matter where I am (yes, I guess it is just me... and the basketball sized baby in my belly) - if I drop something, it's staying where it landed - I wore a napkin as a bib during lunch today and it was a good thing too because it was littered with ranch dressing upon completion of my spinach wrap...


42 days... 42 days... it will all be worth it!