35 Weeks

35 weeks down...35 (or so) days to go...

(I swear I say this everytime, but my picture quality continues to go down. At least I'm remembering to get a couple here and there to track for baby book...)

A few thoughts on baby/bump recently:
- I feel bigger at this stage in the game than last time. The belly size, my ba-donk-a-donk size, just feeling more "out there." Don't lie...when you looked at that belly, you said "whoa."
- Haven't been weighing myself much, but surprisingly though I feel bigger than last time, I'm at the exact same weight gain with Ashlynn. Pretty sure there's less muscle in the mass this time.
- I'm convinced I'm carrying lower than last time. And I swear there's no.more.room. for baby to grow or for my body to stretch. I know that's not the case, though.
- Can you tell I'm doing a lot of comparison to the last pregnancy? Probably resulting in me being a little bit of a head case about how I've been feeling because my last pregnancy was a breeze, no joke, especially now looking back at it. Not that this one has been a train wreck by any means, but come on...at about 38 weeks I was still running a few miles, taking step classes at the Y, just starting a spin class and felt like I could've been pregnant forever. Okay not really forever, but you get it. This time, I can barely bend down to pick up something off the floor without looking crippled. As doc reminded me this week, no two pregnancies are the same. Yeah yeah yeah. That, and I didn't have a toddler the first go-round, which has changed my agenda quite a bit.
- As much as I've been thinking I'm ready to be done being pregnant now, I'm still really thankful that I'm not. Baby Bacon still has developing in the womb to do, and all is healthy and going just fine.
- In my reasoning to be thankful to still be prego, I'm also trying to soak up the last few weeks as a family of three. Last time around I was cherishing the last moments of "just the two of us" and thinking about how much mine and Jeremy's relationship would change and evolve. And it has! All for richer blessings and a fuller life. Well, it's about to happen again, and I'm just trying to take in and remember these last moments as "just the three of us."
- Still haven't prepped the new nursery, but it's in the works. Just have some room rearranging to do...not too worried since the baby will sleep in the bassinette in our room for the first few weeks/maternity leave like Ashlynn did. But nesting is starting to kick in and I'm wanting all prep work done. Like now (sorry in advance to Jeremy and friends who I commission to paint with me).

Ashlynn anxious to test out her old goodies I pulled out for the new baby

(pretty sure she rarely used or liked the swing as a baby, go figure)

Updates from doc appt last Wednesday:
- Had a little glucose bump-in-the-road a month ago. Encountered a couple hypogylcemic episodes at work where I'd get real light-headed, shaky and sweaty from head to toe (sexy, right?). This was right around the time of my glucose testing at 29 weeks, so when the 1hr test came back "off", I had to go back for the 3hr test. Soooo not cool sitting in the lab for that long. But results came back showing I was on the extreme low end for blood sugar (total opposite of what I was worrying about with too high and being at risk for gestational diabetes). Thankful it wasn't on the high end, and was told I need to eat more sugar in my diet, and have more frequent snacks. Wait, whaaaat? Is it possible for someone who loves her SweetTarts and gummy bears to have to eat more of "the goods"? And snack more? My friends are probably laughing because I'm already a snacking fool. This just opened the flood gates.
- Baby Bacon is measuring 5 lbs.
- Heart rate is 133 bpm
- Still on track with an Oct. 13 due date. Baby's measurements were a little bigger, but not by much.
- Babe is moving a lot...day and night.
- Head is down! A change from my last appt/ultrasound a month ago when it's bum was down. Glad it did the moving on its own, and hopefully it stays put now.

We finally narrowed down our names last week. Sounds silly, but in my nesting phase, that already made me feel better. And last but not least, sleep. Hasn't been too bad, but I seem to be consistently waking up around 3 or 4am and it's hit or miss on how long it takes me to get back to sleep. For example, last Monday was wide awake at 3:45am and tried to lay there in hopes of getting back to some zzzz's. 4:45am rolled around and I was thinking about everything I wanted to get done for the day. So downstairs I went to bake some cookies, make a couple salads, clean the floor and make breakfast in bed for Jer and Ashlynn...all by 7am. So stupid, I know.



That's enough word spew for a day, if you're still reading. Looking forward to a weekend at home...probably filled with Sour Patch Kids, nesting (aka reorganizing something), cuddle time with my girl and field time for my hubby. Happy fall y'all!