36 weeks! How the heck did that happen?
I celebrate 36 weeks the way most pregnant ladies probably celebrate reaching full term. Owen was born, healthy as can be, at 36 weeks. And I think it finally hit me this week that I will actually be holding another sweet newborn sometime in the next 3-4 weeks.
I started weekly check ups on Wednesday and oh I finally packed the dang hospital bag!
Rosalia has firmly planted her head in my pelvis and is causing some major discomfort in my lower back. In the past 24 hours, even walking up and down the stairs has become almost impossible. And forget lifting Remy for more than a few seconds. It's a good thing I have reinforcements (Hi Mom!) flying in on Monday!
I'm still not getting my hopes up that she'll come any earlier than 39 weeks. But it seems everyone else is betting on an early arrival.
One more week and then I will serve an official eviction notice!
And for good measure, my 36 week belly and a pile laundry. Real life, y'all.