YES, I'm still here.

Still trucking, still waddling, still uncomfortable, still pregnant. 38w4d, to be exact. So maybe my doctor lied to me, or maybe Avery is very tricksy! Either way, every time I sit up in the middle night for the last week (2-3 times) I expect to feel the little POP of my water breaking. BUT NOTHING! All of the action I was feeling 1.5 weeks ago has ceased.

Which was actually a good thing, because it allowed us to finally complete the nursery! I still have things I want to do in there, but that can be done later, just like we did in Harlowe's room. I don't have the energy to worry about it now.

Harlowe loves playing in Avery's crib. She gives it 2 thumbs up.

I realize that I no longer fit in our little bathroom mirror; Avery is edging me out. Yesterday she was estimated to be 8.5-9 pounds already, and I was barely more dilated than I was 2 weeks ago. Bummer, dude. Remember when I was waffling over an epidural or not? I no longer waffle. It's happening. I think, I mean I'm pretty sure...

I have 2 theories for Avery's birthday. One - just like with Harlowe, I will pack up my desk on a Friday afternoon and peace out, and my water will break that night. Two - also just like Harlowe, Avery will want to share a birthday with her auntie. Well, it just so happens that Auntie Laura's birthday is on Sunday! Whatever she has planned, we're basically ready for her. I can't wait to meet my second little princess (and also to not have her clawing at or resting on my cervix)!

Booyah, full term!

37 weeks today, woohoo! I swear there is some magic happening in there, but nothing with enough significance to worry. First things first, my non-pregnant family needs to return from Montreal, then my sister needs to have her baby, then Avery. Everything in the right order, please!

Avery keeps moving from her normal butt-in-my-upper-right-quadrant angle to the ready-for-birthin' head down position. As I've said, my torso is not as long as a folded baby, so she just doesn't FIT that way. There's still lots of shifting and rolling and random bumps everywhere. Sorry, kid!

She's dropping, that's for sure. My heartburn has all but disappeared, and I can still fit a shocking amount of food in my stomach. I'm also not as out of breath, which is awesome! My doctor thinks I'll go into labor in my 38th week, so start making your wagers! I hope my water breaks again, because as scary as it is to realize that OH SH&@, we're having a baby today or tomorrow, I like that idea more than laboring for days.

Nesting hardcore this week and last, did a few loads of tiny laundry, some major registry finishing shopping trips, and finished the last of the freezer meals I had planned to make. Whew! Her room will have some furniture in it tomorrow, finally. Then maybe some of my nighttime nervous energy will subside, which would be nice...until then, maybe I'll get one more post in before D-Day, we'll see!