Andrew's had the last four days off and I have to tell you - I'm not ready for it to be over. I took today off so we could spend some time together before he launches back into this crazy schedule. The next time he has this much time off is the weekend that the baby's due. WHOA.
Anyway, here are the baby stats for this week:
- He doesn't have much room to maneuver now that he's over 18 inches long and over 5 lbs, so it's a tight squeeze in there. And I can tell.
- His kidneys are fully developed now, and his liver can process some waste products.
- Most of his basic physical development is now complete — he'll spend the next few weeks just putting on weight (but hopefully not too much!)
So, can I be honest? Week 35 isn't quite as awesome as the others. Aside from the sudden swelling (goodbye, wedding rings!) and the inability of my body to control its temperature (hello, hot flashes!) I'm just feeling more emotional by the day. At any given moment, I feel excited and overwhelmed and blessed and uncomfortable and hungry and scared and big - and I just think that it's bound to come spilling out soon.
Don't get me wrong, I love carrying this boy. I love that my body is doing this - that's it's giving him exactly what it needs and that it can take care of me at the same time. I love the pure joy that is living inside me. I love the secret kicks and tumbles that are just ours to share. But there are a lot of emotions wrapped up in all of that, right?
But fear not, for I am taken care of.
I have the most supportive husband - who tells me daily, if not hourly, that I'm beautiful - and who was on his hands and knees this morning scrubbing the shower because I'm pretty sure that job would have sent me into labor.
And then there's that Peace that usually comes in the middle of the night when I'm awake for no reason that reminds me that I am doing a good work. And that He is here. And He is sufficient.
So amen to that.