Day Ten :: 33 weeks

Whelp. I've finally reached that point. Even though I prayed this wouldn't happen, it's here and I'm OK with it.

I'm measuring past 40 weeks...at 33 weeks. I hoped the fluid would decrease but it hasn't yet and probably won't at this point.

As you can see from my expression, "Yay."

My doctor says I'm doing great and doesn't think I'll deliver before 36 weeks. So, you know, the baby and I do have that going for us.

The baby's heartbeat is still strong and solid. The movements are still insane as the baby flips and flops a.l.l. o.v.e.r. m.y. b.e.l.l.y.

And I don't know if you can tell but my feet and ankles are roly-poly sausages. I'm beyond cankles.

In the morning, they're huge. In the afternoon, they're huge. In the evening, they're huge. And I've never felt sexier in my entire life. 

(I'm lying.)

Just keep cooking, baby. We're so excited to meet you but keep growing. Plus we don't have any names for you. Your sister wasn't named for two days after she was born so your daddy and I don't have a good track record. But I can promise we won't name you Habakkuk or Curly.

Unless you come next week and then all bets are off.