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!