today, i realized what that ACTUALLY meant: that i’m almost 9 months pregnant! how did that happen? i guess i just lost track of time…and perhaps got a little confused with the whole measuring-pregnancy-in-weeks standard. so, here i am…almost 9 months pregnant, next to the last christmas tree decorated SOLELY the way i want it to be done (think: baby’s first christmas, in 3 years, construction paper santa and reindeer that are really just pieces of paper with scribbles on them, 5 years from now, clay/play dough hand prints…you get the idea.) i honestly cannot wait.
35-week appointment was awesome, obviously…bean’s head is down (stay there!) and i’m measuring right on track. i feel huge and know that i’m not but i can honestly say that i’m getting close to feeling like there’s just no more room for me (or him) to grow. and grow, he must, so i’ve gotta find some room somewhere!