Friday, April 18, 2014

38 weeks

38 weeks this past Sunday, and technically 'full term.'

I've decided that there is probably nothing in the world to make a person feel the length of four weeks time quite like the difference between 38 weeks and 42 weeks in pregnancy.

Nathan and I have been praying at odds with one another this week; as a church organist, he thinks that Holy Week would not make for a particularly good time for this baby to come since he is so busy, but as a very pregnant mama, I think the sooner the better.

{Also, if the baby were to be born in the next 24 hours, it might not be too late to have her baptized at the Easter Vigil, which would be epic!  Of course, that would sort of require us to have decided on a name, wouldn't it...?  Hmm.}

The SPD pain is back with a vengeance, and I'm lumbering around like a wounded elephant these days.  Yes, it's just like everyone says... the final days of pregnancy are so uncomfortable that they make you stop dreading labor and start anxiously awaiting it!

Dear little one, 
In the past week, I've washed all our newborn and 0-3 baby clothes and been organizing them all up in the nursery.  It's getting a little crowded in there, what with Nell's clothes and now yours, too, but we'll manage!  Those newborn onesies are so, so tiny... it's hard to believe Nell wore them not so very long ago, and that you'll be here soon to put them to use once more.   
I've got our bags mostly packed for the trip to the birth center when the time comes, and I've finished your baby quilt and Nell's big sister quilt.  So, while the house is still in need of some serious spring cleaning, and there is always more to do around here, I can't help feeling that the real necessities have been taken care of, and you can make your grand arrival pretty much whenever you're ready!  Dad asks that you please avoid Easter Sunday morning, though, okay? 

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