Not a lot to say this week. Another week down, another week closer to his arrival. I'm feeling pretty decent for the most part, although it's getting really hard to move in the bed at night. Honestly, for 36 weeks, I really can't complain.
There are still a few things I need to do. Fold the last load of his laundry. Snap our one size cloth diapers down to their smallest size. Pack my hospital bag. Bring bigger items up from the basement (swing, bassinet, etc). But that last task is waiting for the tree to come down this weekend - as our space is limited. Finish his quilt (I really really really want to do this).
I'm trying to stay busy, but I have to be honest, time does feel to be slowing down a bit - like I knew it would. The beginning crawls, the middle flies by, and then the end is like time starts moving backwards. I'm sure he'll be here before I'm ready for it, but the individual days are feeling longer and more exhausting. Ah well, this is the home stretch. If I lived through first trimester anxiety, I can certainly make it through this!
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