Well yesterday marked 35 weeks pregnant. Even more crazy is that also means there were only 35 days left until our due date.
Yes, that is sheer panic that you detect.
I am simultaneously trying to figure out where on Earth this baby could possibly fit any more growth in the next 5 weeks without my stomach bursting open and at the same time wishing I still had 7 or 8 more weeks left.
My mom and my husband are determined I am going to go into labor early and are all over me about installing the car seat and packing my hospital bag. I, on the other hand, don't see this baby coming much earlier than my son (39w1d) and think if my mom and husband keep talking this way they will only ensure that I'm still pregnant when February rolls around.
Total weight gain at 35 weeks is 25 pounds. Which now concerns me that I won't even stay under 30 pounds total (last time I gained a lot of water/swelling weight between 37 and 39 weeks) . . . But also means that I've done INFINITELY better with weight gain than I did with my son. And let me assure you, at this point in the process - I NO LONGER CARE. If I want to eat something, I just eat it.
I guess there's not a whole lot else to say. Oh yeah, I did decide I'm not going to start my Zoloft until the little guy is born. I'm just not comfortable with the data we have for use during pregnancy considering that I'm not in a state right now where I need it. But I do have the prescription in hand. It's a day to day decision and I can start it at any time if I start to feel the benefits outweigh the risks. At the latest I'll be starting it in the hospital shortly after I deliver.
And one more thing - HE HAS A NAME. But at this point he's been "baby brother" so long that he will stay that way to everyone other than me and my husband until he is born.
Happy Holidays!!!
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