So these pictures were taken a few days ago. I kept forgetting to get Marcos to take a picture and Dylan's pictures are decent, but not the best so I finally resorted to taking a picture of myself in the mirror. Not perfect, but it shows the belly growth pretty well. I can't remember for sure which day it was, but I was somewhere between 36 and 37 weeks pregnant when I took them. Not much to say. Things have been stressful and busy, but I am still feeling pretty good. I'm getting tired and all my crazy projects that this final wave of nesting have me thinking I absolutely have to do are wearing me out completely (not to mention all the church stuff and preparations for girls' camp) but in general I can't complain. I definitely am feeling big and uncomfortable, but I'm hanging in there. I think living without air conditioning for a few really hot weeks made me appreciate my blessings a little bit more. Anyway, I went to see my midwife this week and everything is looking good. She is definitely not going to be a small baby (I don't think our genes could possibly produce a small baby) but she will hopefully fall in the high-average weight range. And I'm dilated to a 1, which makes me super happy. Any progress before my actual due date is welcome! :)
Dylan's been so cute and sweet lately (which is good because Preston has been the opposite). He has been hugging my stomach, introducing himself to the baby, and asking often about when she is going to be here. It makes my mother's heart beam to think of a 6 year old boy so excited to have a baby sister. He asked me at least three times today when she would get here. "Mom, when is our baby going to be born? Is she going to like it here? Do you think she'll like our family? I just can't wait for her to be here, mom. Mom, I've been thinking about names and trying to come up with a good one for the baby." He also overheard me talking about being nervous about having a new baby. I was of course referring to getting used to being up at night feeding the baby and other similar schedule adjustments, but he couldn't figure it out. "Mom, why are you nervous about having the baby? Is everything going to be okay?" He really worries that something might happen to me or the baby. I reassured him and told him the reason I was nervous is because I knew it would be hard to adjust and would require a lot of time and I would probably be really tired at first. "Oh, mom. Don't worry about that. Papi and I can take care of her if you need to sleep. Just set my alarm for when she will wake up and I'll get up and hold her for you. Don't worry, mom. I can handle it." Seriously, at times his understanding, maturity and sensitivity throw me for a loop. And then he growls and does a karate kick, which reminds me he really is still a very normal 6 year old boy.
2 comments:
It's about time you look pregnant! Can't wait to see that little munchkin.
You are looking very cute!!! Despite what you might think. I think you should take Dylan up on his offer to wake up and hold the baby. That is too sweet. Hope you are surviving at camp!
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