33 weeks. 49 days to my due date. Six more weekends. One month to full term. This is the first week that flew by. The first week I didn't stare at a preggo ticker pining for Friday so I could turn the chapter to a new week.
Could be because I'm busy draining our bank accounts on baby purchases.
Jack said no son of his will be going home in a sunflower onesie. Which is just as well since the seller said she doesn't make them in newborn sizes. I get Jack's take on this but am surprised since he's fine with little dude wearing this on Halloween:Instead, I've ordered this from Etsy, the most addictive site ever:The seller has a good deal since she'll make you three personalized onesies for the listed price and she's very responsive to personalizing it as you want and will actually show you the final version before mailing it out to you. I'm going to see if I can get the green block in light blue and then with cute little pants and a hat- it will be a perfect going home outfit!
I'm normally not a big shopper but lately Amazon and I are BFF. I never lived in a grimy hovel, but I never felt particularly distressed by dust on a picture frame. Lately, I feel the urge to scrub every inch of the house. I think this buying/cleaning thing is what they call nesting. If its temporary- that's cool... but I worry that somehow a personality switch happened- I miss my old Non-OCD self who could put her feet up and just rest while a dish rested in the sink and not think about the dish!
33 weeks. It's a beautiful place to be. Most of this pregnancy has been very emotionally difficult. The whole waiting for the other shoe to drop issue. While I know that bad things can still happen, God forbid, the daily hiccups that rock my body and the butt that is wedged to the right of my uterus and wiggles when I drink cold water help more than I could have imagined. I wish someone could have knocked me out from week 4 of the pregnancy until now. Because now? Now is beautiful.