reflecting

Wow.  I really can't believe its 33 weeks.  I just looked back at my progress pictures of myself at 28 weeks and thought..  shit.  I'm 2x that size now.  It's fascinating and unbelievable most of the time to me that I'm this far along and this big.  I still want to run around and jump and climb around at work, but I have to forcefully remind myself that I'm not allowed (especially at work).   Sometimes I'm really surprised at how good I feel.  For the most part there's some minor complaints that I still have.... Like why do I have to feel like I've had a 8 month head cold. And some other aches/pains and overall surprise fun things that I'd rather not divulge on the internet.  But mostly....  I just feel good and excited.  And I just can't wait 'til he's here!

Time is ticking down!

So I'm at 33 weeks. A few weeks ago I was very very anxious for this
to be over, now I feel like we're running out of time. I have
sooooooo much to do and I feel sometimes exhausted and not motivated
to do it, And yet sometimes I'm just so excited I'm scurrying around
doing stuff I feel like I'm all over the place.
I've convinced myself that I'm going to be early and nowadays I'm just
waiting to see how early I'm going to be (I think two weeks). Francis
says that we're never early for anything why would this be different,
he's betting on 8/9/10 I think.
I had my last monthly check-up with the doc last week, now I'm on a
biweekly schedule for this month and I'm told everything is "as good
as you can possibly ask for" so said my doc. So everything is going
along super awesome. I can't wait til our little booboo is here!