So I found this old post that I had saved as a "Draft" in my 35th week. I thought I'd post this one before I updated with post-birth blogging! The title, "Florida, Snow Storms, and Trippy Dreams" never got its fulfilled post; it says nothing about Florida (where I had just taken my last trip as a pregnant woman) or Trippy Dreams (which I had an abundance of in my last months). But now that I've actually had the baby, I have less time to write about those things (to complete the entry, that is) on top of the post-birth updating that is WAY overdue! So you'll have to settle. Here it is...
Well, here I am at 35 weeks (tomorrow). My midwives say I am showing signs of possibly going early, which I am ALL for! This poor little thing is getting cramped and bored in there. As you can see she's not such a little thing anymore, either. She has her feet up in my ribs now, and more than occassionally I get kicked in the stomach so hard it feels like the Terminator's in there. Sorry ... I mean, the Governator. Last night I had just fallen to sleep and all the sudden WHAM! I got a foot right in the left side and then it took me a while to fall back to sleep.
Right now I'm at my parents' house having a birthday sleepover with my mom & dad for my mom's St. Patty's Day birthday. We rented a bunch of movies, bought a LOT of comfort food, and we are officially snowed (and iced) IN. There are about 4 inches of nasty snow & ice outside that's been coming down all day. It's pretty sketchy out there. People have been skidding down the street all day. Allen's in Virginia with his dad speaking at a men's retreat. I, of course, have this terrible anxiety that I'm going to go into labor when (a) it's the worst storm (and road conditions) of the winter, and (b) Allen's not in town and has no way of getting back here quickly. I think I'll be fine, but these worries cross your mind when you're more than 8 months pregnant and your husband's out of town.
