35/35 Milestone

Most people probably don't know what that means, but it's a big deal in the online pregnancy forum world, which isn't a niche community AT ALL, so I'm frankly shocked at your lack of knowledge: it means that I'm 35 weeks pregnant with 35 days left to go!  I remember seeing people posting about reaching that milestone back when we first found out in November, and thinking I'd NEVER get there. BUT I MADE IT BITCHES! (Not you, you're not a bitch. I'm not entirely sure what I meant by that but it felt right.) Whooo! Next milestone: full term in two weeks!  Then the real countdown to baby gets here! I never thought I'd say this, but...yeah, baby girl, it's okay if you come a little early assuming you are fully baked, meaning your lungs are developed and you can regulate your body temps and eat and poop and recite Shakespeare.

It's not that I no longer love being pregnant - feeling her squirm around in there is truly one of the greatest joys I've ever had. But. BUT. Yeah, I'm getting uncomfortable. It's just really been in the last two days, too. I had my first swollen feet and calves incident yesterday thanks to literal all-day activity, most of it on my feet, and slight dehydration.  We'll see how they do today or if that was the last I've seen of my ankle bones until fall.  I'm just also SO exhausted. SO TIRED. It's shocking I'm able to type this out without falling alseep on the keyboard. ajkldf;auyti4oqpytghioa;xkgja; Whoops, sorry.  I guess I couldn't!

Stretch marks. Hmmm. Not sure what to say on this front. I *think* that one arrived on the underside of my belly, but it's hard to see, even in a mirror.  If it is, fine by me.  While I hope that it doesn't invite any friends to join the party, it is what it is, and it's proof that baby girl is growing and growing and growing, so I'll take them. Honestly, it's not like I'm going to be showing off my stomach anytime after she's born. I think the days of cropped tops and bikinis ended long ago.  Well, the days of cropped tops ended in like 1992, but bikinis at least.  I'm more upset about all the cottage cheese on my thighs and ass, even though I've gained very little weight there.  Cellulite has come a callin' and THAT, I hate.  I would like to at least be able to wear dresses that don't double as tents and shorts at some point in the future but apparently my lower body is not appreciative of the 30 pound basketball I've asked it to support. 

That's all combined with the just general uncomfortableness of late term pregnancy - the limited breathing, the sore ribs and back, stretched stomach...overall, still, I love it, but the little annoyances are definitely becoming not-so-little.

34.5 weeks last Friday:

 

I've now had both my friend and family baby showers, and as soon as I get pictures uploaded from them I'll share. But two words: "Wow." and "THANK YOU." (See? The baby has stolen my brain. That was three words.)