today i am 39 weeks pregnant with my sweet lil' baby grant. i really don't have any complaints. i'm feeling pretty good - with exception of the complete and utter exhaustion, acid reflux and aching hips - but nothing that isn't to be expected at this point.
i'm getting up to pee between two and three times a night. my third time usually always comes at about 430am and i really struggle to get back to sleep... but i can't decide if that is because kevin is sawing logs or i'm 39 weeks pregnant... bwaahaha.
we have a temperpedic bed and temperpedic = heaven. fo' realz. i feel like it's a pool. you know - when your in the pool you are all weighless and floaty and then when your big pregnant booty steps out of the pool (or in this case off the temperpedic) realty slaps you in the face and BAM - you're 39 weeks pregnant. take that. how's that feel bee-otcch? and it hurts. like bad. alas.
i'm very very VERY excited to meet mr. g-baby though. i'm anxious too - because it really could come at any time. i "access the situation" everytime i wake up to pee because my water broke in the middle of the night with nora. :) nothing yet. LOL.
i really do hope grant stays put until after christmas at this point, though. the hospital is on "lock-down" because of whooping cough and that means that the potential for me to have a baby on christmas and not be able to see nora AT. ALL. is there. and that sucks. i just want to make nora's christmas a happy one. aaaannnnddd i think having a birthday on christmas is the pits. you know, long term for grant. :) so we'll see what God thinks, eh?