It occurred to me sometime between last week and this week that if Luke is born at the same gestational age that Jack was, he could be here less than 9 weeks. Nine weeks. That's...not very long at all.
I am starting to feel pretty large, and based on the amount of comments like 'Any day now?' that I keep getting from strangers, I must be looking pretty darn large.
Nesting has hit hard this last week, poor Matt spent the last three evenings cleaning the basement with me. 'Cause, you know, Luke is going to spend a lot of time down there, so it TOTALLY matters what the freakin' basement looks like! (Poor sweet Matt has been a champ putting up with me thus far)
Weight Gain: 22 lbs at last appt. I refuse to weigh myself at home...I don't see the point.
Cravings: Pizza. We finally ordered one last night, and OH the heartburn. But it was worth it.
Labor Signs: Nothing new, just my usual Irritable Uterus contractions...not real labor!
Milestones:Nothing really, I didn't get called after taking my Gestational Diabetes test, so I am assuming I passed that, which is good! Also I'm large. And tired. And large.
Did I mention I feel large?