Baby-to-be is the size of a head of romaine lettuce. Not sure where there's room for something so big inside of me, but I know somebody is moving around in there so I'll trust that it's this little one. 36 weeks! We'll be meeting the lettuce in less than a month.
While I worked all this weekend B practiced setting up the stroller, the pack-n-play (which might be lettuce's bed for the first several weeks), the changing table and the car seat.
Our baby showers were amazing so let me boast about them a bit...
Country Shower at B's mom's house... lots of family, delicious food (including my now-beloved chicken salad sandwiches -- no one told me they are delicious until now!), warm-sunshiny weather and soon-to-be-grandparents beaming about baby-to-be!
City Shower at Irish Bistro (scene of the crime: where we got married almost four years ago!)... a ton of friends, a ton of our friends' kids, merry conversations with beers in hand, Chicago sports on in the back, delicious wedding-cake-replica (both showers featured Dinkel's cake!) and so much excitement over baby-to-be. Friends made an awesome alphabet book for the lettuce that shows off how weird and fantastic all the people we know are. Sweet!
Phew!
Week 36 and I'm feeling good. Lettuce moves around and I keep moving as much as I can. I come home from working 12-hour shifts completely exhausted, but that seems very appropriate. My legs are still marching me about 5 miles a day (per Fitbit) and doing some stretching throughout the day is a requirement. I'm always both hungry and full, so I eat tiny meals all day long which suits me just fine.
This week I'm attempting to pack our "go bag" for the hospital, decide what we still want to get on our baby-prep list and celebrate my partner in crime as he turns 37!
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