Sorry for the lack of blog posts in the last few weeks, I mean to write posts, schedule them, take photos, and be diligent about upkeeping this here journal – but, alas life and my laziness get the best of me and here we are; down to barely making my weekly posts on time.
Anywho, for the purpose of keeping my few blog readers and friends interested, (and for my own amusement in the future as a first time mom), I wanted to write this post about this last stretch of pregnancy.
The past 9 months have been a whirlwind of life and pregnancy. I still vividly recall the moment I was crouched down on my bathroom rug, anxiously awaiting the “pregnant” sign to pop up on my home pregnancy test. I remember the first tears and whispered screams of telling Bailey & Buddy about how we were going to have a baby! To think that was back in the first week of March of this year? Time has FLOWN by and I can only imagine that it’s only going to by even faster in these ensuing months (years).
I’ve been blessed to have an average, normal pregnancy and even still this experience has opened my eyes to a completely uninhabited, new land of womanhood and impending motherhood that I could not have ever imagined or anticipated in my wildest dreams.
You grow up, get married, have a kid. A simple, conventional thought that has morphed into a completely surreal and awe-inspiring experience is all that culminates for me in my personal experience with pregnancy. From the unexpected bodily changes of weight gain and hormonal outrages (at my dear husband) to the first butterfly flutters of my (alien) baby inside my growing belly – no one could’ve prepared me for all of the ups and downs of pregnancy.
It’s been a roller coaster of emotion and physical changes and yet here in these last few weeks, I’ve experienced even more highs and lows than in the previous 9 months.
One day I’ll wake up with a never-ending to-do list, determined to make every minute count. Other days, I’ll lay in bed forever, trying to feel Baby Boy Dubs’ movements and freaking out if I haven’t felt a major shove or kick. My weekly doctor appointments haven’t kept me all that calm either. While, Baby Boy and I are doing fine and are completely healthy; the lack of or too much knowledge of labor progression symptoms (dilation, effacement, etc.) is getting the best of me.
I’ve been progressing pretty steadily since week 35 and we are nearing the 39 week mark. Needless to say this past month has been a back and forth battle with my patience. I’ve been over and under analyzing every (phantom) symptom and I’m just about done with the waiting!
It’s been a real privilege to be able to work from home and also nice to spend these last few nights of “us” time with Mr.Dubs — but y’all — I’M READY for this baby to be on the outside.
As we approach the 39 week mark, the only thing getting me through is putting up Christmas decorations and my lil bro’s flight home! (He’ll be here for three weeks! Pending Athena’s plan to cancel all NYC flights tomorrow.) At my 39.5 week appt next Tuesday, I will be getting my membranes swept. Hoping that does the trick! 
Be back with my week 38 post tomorrow! Good evening all!
Hence, Conventional Bliss!
