
Thirty-six weeks.
Now I can finally tell people that I really am nine months pregnant. Although I’m sure they don’t need me to tell them that. Since baby dropped, my waddling has become more pronounced. And my feet no longer look like my own. Seriously. I had to laugh this morning when I woke up because my ankles were so fat.
Nesting has kicked in. I think. Not so much in terms of having the urge to clean, because I hate cleaning. I’d much rather sit back, delegate and then bask in the happiness of a clean house after Harry and Kaleb have finished doing all the work.

{ baby's robot quilt }
I’ve been working my patooty off trying to get the boys’ bedding done. Finally. When did I order that fabric? Back in December? Yup. Where has it been all this time? Oh, sitting in my crafting bag getting wrinkled? Affirmative. None of that matters anymore, though, because I’m getting ish done now. Baby has a nearly complete quilted comforter and Kaleb’s duvet cover is about 45% done.

{ kaleb's duvet cover }
We’re now at the stage of weekly OB appointments. Yay. The end is coming up fast! I’m sure the last thing you want is to know whats going on with my vag but I’m happy to share that we’ve got progress from last week’s appointment. I’m dilated to two centimeters. Woot, woot! I thought I was going to cry last week when she said nothing was doing down there because I was so sure there was something going on.
Both of the Yaya’s are sure that we won’t make it to next week’s appointment because of the upcoming full moon. The part of me that is pretty much done being pregnant says “Bring it on!” The other part of me is liking the quiet and freedom to get up and make runs to the grocery store for Fig Newtons and Cherry Coke without having to give much though to anything beyond grabbing my purse and the car keys.
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