Today marks 35 weeks of pregnancy and this baby girl sure isn’t making our final stretch of pregnancy an easy one. I’ve got aches and pains in places I didn’t even know existed, and don’t get me started on the pinched-nerve feeling I’ve been waddling around with in my lower back.
Darrin and I drove to the medical supply store to pick up one of those incredibly becoming pregnancy back braces that are apparently “all the rage” among construction workers who need some extra on-the-job back support. And quite honestly, I’m not surprised that someone made the not-so-distant leap between heavy duty construction work and pregnancy. Baby B is starting to feel less like a pineapple and more like a mini-wrecking ball.
But we’re almost there! And who knew that making time for a haircut would boost my confidence about having this baby? Nothing says “Bring on a painful but exciting delivery!” like a few extra layers and some new bangs.
Darrin and I took a tour of our delivery center the other day. Waddled up and down the maternity wing, eager to see the fancy pampering that our hospital provides and admittedly somewhat nervous that we were going to stumble upon an expectant mother being rushed to her delivery room. Labor “in action,” so to speak. Thankfully we had no such luck. And I honestly don’t know how fast I would have been able to move out of her way if that hypothetical situation became a reality.
We kept exchanging looks throughout the tour as we went from space to space, sharing a few looks that said “THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING.” and “BABY GIRL WILL BE OURS. FOR KEEPS?!” through our raised eyebrows. “We can do this,” Darrin always tells me. Only 5 more weeks to go. The one-hand countdown has begun!