I was told at the doctor last week that this baby could come anytime. I mean there's no reason to believe that it will be sooner rather than later. But it has to be said that it freaks me out a wee bit. Earlier this week I was convinced that I was going into labor. My belly was getting rock hard (which I'm told are just Braxton Hicks) for longer periods of time, I felt incredibly feverish, my head was pounding, and I was having some other issues. It turns out that I was just hot.
But here we are at 36 weeks.
While I've certainly gained weight in my arms, there's also part of my other arm peaking through making it look worse.
After last week's baby shower and weeks of neglect, the baby's room had descended into chaos.
Truthfully, I had already made a bit of progress before this was taken. Sad. Pretty much every tool we owned had made its way into the room to add to the chaos. Thankfully, my parents came over for the day today to give us a hand with getting things in order and a few other household improvements (leaky faucets and faulty light fixtures). After a day's work, it's looking much better.
We're still missing a few things, but it's so much better. And I feel much better knowing that if she makes her arrival early, we won't be coming home to that mess.
And so here we are. I'm the short puffy one who could use a fake tan.