Week 34: Back to the hotel


Now I’m in Boulder, for the second of my two 2-week trainings. I fly home next Friday, 2 days before I hit 36 weeks. I love my job, but this is just dumb. I’m trying to take it easy, but it SUCKS being in a town known for fun outdoorsy options as well as amazing beer, and not being able to take advantage of it. I’m just So Exhausted all the time. And huge! I am huge. 6 weeks to go, and I’m starting to understand the “I just don’t want to be pregnant anymore!” comments I usually hear in the last month or two. I want my body (and my ability to run up some stairs or flip over in bed) back, and I want to meet this baby already! I think he’s happy, if that doesn’t sound too crazy. He feels happy to me. And I want to see his little face.


Week 31: I miss the Lumberjack


I’m still in Florida, waiting through Tropical Storm Debby and missing my husband. I’d miss him anyway, even if there was no fetus. But it feels especially lonely when he’s not around to put his hands on my belly and get that amazed expression when he feels movement. And there is SO much movement! Last night my whole belly just started shaking all over. It was CRAZY.

I’m officially entering the “holy shit is the baby okay?!” phase where I freak out at least once an hour that he’s suddenly dead. I have no idea why.

I got to spend the weekend with the Lumberjack’s cousin & family (that’s the fetus’s second cousin in the photo) which was fun. I like feeling all the love for this little baby, from all around the world.

It’s June 26; he’s due August 26. Holy SHIT.

Week 30: Off to Florida


You guys, I’m seriously huge.

Also, I am now in Florida. Flying in the third trimester – not that different than flying non-pregnant, except I have to pee every 30 minutes.

yep, there’s a baby in there. CREEPY