33 weeks

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March 23, 2012 by Heather

Thirty-three weeks, brought to you from a hotel room in Gulf Shores (much to the dismay of my baby doctor, oh well).

This week was the first time I honestly thought to myself, Ok, I’m really ready for the baby to get here.  Since I’m not working and since the nursery is pretty much done and I’m all nested out, I don’t have a whole lot to do.  I feel like a baby will fill up that extra time pretty dang well.  I think maybe my nurturing / mothering instinct might be starting to kick in.  I am just feeling ready to care for him, you know?  But he can take his sweet time and put on some fat for the next 5-7 weeks until he is good and ready to appear.  Meanwhile, I will continue to enjoy the peace and quiet while it’s here.

The child continues to be quite the jumping bean in there.  He really enjoys playing footsies with my ribs, even though now as I type that I realize my ribs don’t have feet so that’s impossible.  You know what I mean though.  On the way here he was really nestled up underneath my rib cage so I came up with some interesting ways to sit in order to find a little relief from it.  I try to gently nudge him down but it doesn’t seem to work that well.

Cravings:  chocolate cake and ceasar salad.

I also now hate to wear jeans, even my maternity ones.  It’s yoga pants, yoga capris, and maxi dresses from here on out I’m afraid.  Unless I am invited to a place that is jeans-only, in which case I might make an exception.  Actually I’d probably just not go.  Such a place probably does not even exist.

Some photos:

 

outside a gas station in alabama

 

got my beach ball under my shirt

 

road trippin'

 

round belly, meet flat belly

 

true love right there ya'll

 

beach babe

 

my sweetie sugar buns honey pie

 

this happened for dinner. there was none left when we finished.*

*for the record, we also split a ceasar salad.

 
Really really hoping the rain holds off tomorrow.  I have a bikini to wear and a tan to get.  Buuuut if it does end up rainy as the forecast predicts, I still get to hang out with the world’s most fantastic fella.  Win, win.

Happy Weekend!

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2 thoughts on “33 weeks

  1. Jennifer H says:

    I love seeing pics of your growing belly. It makes me remember how “out there” pregnant I was and will be again. I love it!! Enjoy this last month or so as much as you can and try to keep your feet up and stay comfy.

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