From 5 To 35.

People. We’re down to the single digits here. One hand counting, if you will. I’m still secretly freaking out on the inside.

It’s that damn Unknown again. It’s thoughts and questions like, is FOH going to come early and if so, I wonder how early? Please, not too early, baby. And, for the love of all things holy and good, do not let me be in an aisle in Target when my water breaks. I don’t even know what to expect with that anyway … are there warning signs? Do I at least get some sort of heads up? Or does it just happen? NO clue here.

I figure Target could very well be likely because I love that place. I love going to Target for no good reason and wandering aimlessly around. I find it rather calming. Remind me NOT to do this in a few weeks.

Hell, even taking Murphy on a walk around the neighborhood … will that no longer be “safe”? Even if it is a little risky, I think we all know I’ll still be walking Murph. Right up till the very end.

Although yesterday, I made it just 35 slow, very slow minutes and I doubted the whole time whether or not I could even make it.

I know this is just par for the course … these days where my body is tired and achy and just plain does not want to move. I still need to be gentler on myself about it and feel good that despite all, I still am getting out to move.

I also did not get out of bed yesterday till 1:30.

When I have days like that, this is what I think, how in the world am I going to be able to care for a BABY when I feel like I can’t even move?

I’m assuming that what I keep hearing is true — you just do it. It happens. But yes, I’m concerned about that, too. Anything involving sleep has me on high alert because, well. I adore sleep. Everyone should.

I know there’s that whole, I can sleep when I die argument out there. Forget that. I’ll take the sleep now. It’s relaxing.

FOH’s room still has yet to be assembled. Nothing has been purchased in terms of “the goods” — no stroller, no car seat, none of that jazz. There’s still plenty of time for that, right?

I’m not worried about diapers because I’ve taken the route of my hippies and cloth all the way! Except I was all, gross! I’m not going to wash those things off and then spend everyday doing MORE laundry. FORGET that.

Enter cloth diaper delivery service. I signed up for two years. I think it’s one of the best things I’ve ever done. Mainly because I’m making my life easier and helping the environment. How many things can we say that about? Not many. Or maybe many? Not sure. My point is — I feel better about myself.

I considered posting pictures of me at 5, 15, 25 and now 35 weeks but I realized the following: those early on ones will just depress me and no one in their right minds want to see an uncovered 35 week pregnant belly. No one. Not that I’d show that at this point, but still.

However, I might lull the idea over of a side selfie update … at some point. Just try to pretend you’re not too shocked or scared.

Happy Sunday, People.

 

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