Week 38-39

The time is here. Just a few more days until we get to meet our precious child. All the little worries from the last 40 weeks of pregnancy seem to creep up on me these last final days. Will the baby be healthy? Will the delivery go okay? Will my boys do okay with the transition. Do people still die in childbirth? Do babies? Please just be safe! Reflecting on this new life has made me grateful for the time I've had with my two older boys and it makes me only hope that I can be as close to number three.

We've been on a serious hunt for a name these last couple months. Like serious! Nothing just seems to feel right. Even though I'm a planner (which is the understatement of the century) and am the least decisive person you'll ever meet, I guess we go to the hospital and see what this babe looks like before picking. I just want him to have an awesome name... No pressure, right?

As far as pain and being miserable, just a few more short days. Because I want to be certain I get the entire IV of medicine (it's supposed to go through 4 hours before delivery) for the Strep B, I think it's safer to get started this time. I'd feel so guilty if I didn't and something happened to our sweetie. So that means I'll have three deliveries that are all different... Water broke/epidural, unmedicated in hospital and now an induction (please pray not a c-section though).

Here's to the excitement of a new baby and the emotions of the next few days. I can't wait to have this baby in my arms!!!

36-37

Uncle Andy got hitched. We are so excited for him too. When I met Andy he was 14 so I've seen him change and grow through the years and I'm ecstatic for his new stage of  being a newlywed and parenting a 7 year old. He'll do awesome and we couldn't be happier than welcoming another little boy to the family to join our all boys clan!

For the past month or so, I have experienced intense Braxton Hicks. No big deal, right? Ya, it wouldn't be except this is the first time I have ever had them with any of my three pregnancies and because of it, my body thinks it needs to give them super duper intense to make up for it. Ouch!

I can't walk normal anymore with my pelvic pain and all this gosh darn pressure. I try my hardest to suck it up but I swear I walk like a 90 year old. I'll never make fun of waddling ever again. It's not a choice, it's a sad reality.

Week 33-35

As I've realized this sweet little baby will be here in a blink of an eye, I have felt a little anxiety about not having everything perfectly ready for him.  He won't have a perfect little nursery to come home to (or for a while for that matter) and we don't even have a car that will fit three car seats (also not for a while). Poor kid needs a name, something to wear on the way home from the hospital and  all the little extras to help his entrance into this world be a great one.

We may not have our lives together or know where the heck we are going to live but this baby will come into a family that already adores him. He has the best two big brothers and parents that are giddy about meeting him. I just have to think the rest will all fall into place and if nothing else he'll know he is loved!

Trudging on with a smile and hope!