9 months/36 weeks

36 weeks

Well, it was so hard to imagine I'd be at this point 32 weeks ago on November 4^th when I saw two little lines appear on the pregnancy test to say I was positive. Especially since the one I took on October 31^st prior to going out to dinner read Negative. And Matt and I went to a concert on November 2^nd and I was for sure I was going to start my cycle soon because I was feeling crampy and chappy. And despite the fact that on that same day (Nov. 2^nd), the other female attorney at the office had stopped me and said, "your pregnant! I just have a feeling. I woke up this morning and the thought just hit me that you were pregnant." (I now refer to her as the womb whisperer). Anyhow… I was super pumped to see the first little pink line show up on November 4^th. Matt was a little more skeptical. But 2 more positives (each darker than the next) and few days later, he was convinced, happy and hopeful. Matt and I were elated that we had such quick success. It was really hard to believe. I'm still amazed at how blessed we were so quickly. I was hoping to start counting my days to see when I would be most likely to ovulate, but it happened so quick I never had to start.

We told our family on Thanksgiving when I was 7 weeks along. I made cards for them. On the front it said, "We are Thankful for…" and on the inside it said, "the wonderful Grandparents our baby is going to have." And I placed a picture of the window from the positive pregnancy test in there. Matt's parents were excited, and my mother did one of her little squeals she does. In December we heard that wonderful little choo-choo sound of the baby's heart. We found out in February it was girl (and not the boy that I had guessed it was). And ever since it's been pinks, dresses, and Matt laying his head on the belly and talking to baby Margaux.

There's been ultrasounds and glucose tests, and now we are finally getting in the last weeks and awaiting her arrival. Her room is ready, we have supplies, and our arms are aching to hold our first little one.

Week 35

I don't usually blog on the happenings of the odd numbered weeks, but, Lord have Mercy, I am reaching that point that everyone has been telling me to "just wait" for. Please don't take this for complaining, because I have been so lucky, and have had and I'm still having a good pregnancy. No swollen feet (yet) I've had no blood pressure problems. I haven't ever felt the baby in my ribs or anything like that (yet). I'm pretty tired in the evenings and don't feel like doing much. Matt has been sleeping on the couch some nights to let me be comfortable and get rest. I really appreciate it. He said when he comes into bed I'm all sprawled out in the middle and Margaux (belly) is on his side:)

Speaking of the belly, sucker has gotten BIG! People over in court keep asking me, "when I'm going to stop working?" and "when is that baby going to get here?". And speaking of work, my court schedule has slowed down considerably and I'm trying to prep everything for when I leave. I've been trying to warn clients that I may need to have someone else cover their case, so hopefully they won't be too surprised if they don't see their attorney.

I slipped and fell in our tiny shower this week. It's so small I didn't think it was possible. But let me assure you it is. I fell hard on my bottom trying to shave my legs. As soon as I figured out what had happened, I grabbed my belly and Margaux was kicking away. I think I scared the poop out of her too. She kicked at me all day that day. But at least I knew she was fine. I'm definitely still sore from it. Especially the leg that ended up above my head. I'm telling you our little stand up shower is really small.

This weekend I plan on doing some prep for baby arrival. Straighten the house up, start packing our hospital bag, and buy a few more necessities after a small family shower on Saturday. I had a baby shower with my friends last week that was absolutely wonderful. Everyone was so thoughtful and I was thankful for all the goodies that Margaux, Matt, and I received. It definitely warmed my heart at all the wonderful people Margaux is going to be around. Such loving folks.

Since it isn't a biweekly picture week, I'll post some pictures of the animals. Their days of being the babies are numbered.

I walked into the living room and happened to see this. Someone thought she was super sneeky!

The Sheep girls got a haircut when the weather started getting so hot, so early. Here is all their wool. They behaved pretty well for their first shearing in a year. And we found out that Hannah Montana is still a fan of the halter and liked being back on it. I think I see her being pranced out for children to pet in the near future.

Here the girls are checking out each others new hair do's.

Snickers has decided to set higher goals for herself and reach for the leaves of the walnut trees and not settle for the easy grazing on the ground.

Apparently she has inspired Peppermint to reach for greater things also.

Week 34 and a little under 6 more!

Coming right along at 34 weeks

So here we are at week 34. The Doctor visit last week went just fine. They estimate that she weighs around 5 lbs 1 oz and will start putting on her baby fat. Let's hope not too much. She has gotten into the right position. Her head is down (I can feel it mostly above my left hip and the bottom left side of my belly) and her feet and bottom are up. We could see on the ultrasound that she is practicing her breathing really well. Her whole chest was contracting with her little practice breaths. She is definitely getting pretty cramped up in there. We couldn't see much hair. I think she is only going to have little wispy peach fuzz. I've been having dreams that she looks like her daddy. Dark brown hair and blue eyes (Matt's eyes are actually green, but ehhh… a light color, close enough). I can't wait to see if she has red hair or dark hair. I'm still feeling good for the most part. I get a little worn out every now and then. Last week I was real tired in the evenings, and on the weekends I seem to do a lot more and wear out much earlier.

For some reason this weekend it hit me that "I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING!!" Yes, I know everything will be fine. But I'm such a planner and I can't plan for any of the things that are about to happen. It's going to be exciting, and tiring, and overwhelming. But it is also going to be wonderful, and beautiful, and loving.