My pregnancy is on it's end leg - the last ten weeks. I can tell I'm in the last quarter because my body is refusing to let me do normal, every day tasks. Thankfully, the contractions haven't been as regular as they were with Peanut up to this point, but my pain level is much worse this time around. Today was the first day that I did not help out at her gymnastics class. Lifting a 27 pound kiddo up to the bars or onto the beam is not a wise idea when your body has a contraction from picking up mega blocks or scrubbing a spot on the floor from a spilled snack.
I am getting nervous thinking about how Peanut made her arrival at 35 weeks (only five weeks from now) and how even if this guy goes full term that's only ten weeks away. We have a lot of work to do before he comes. I need to clean upstairs, find a dresser for Peanut, clean out her closet, move girl clothes from the nursery to her new room, put baby boy clothes in the nursery, bring up the baby gear from the basement, clean up that baby gear and get it ready for little man. Oh my goodness, I have a panic attack just thinking about it. I also need to order a new crib skirt, curtains, and crib sheets for a boy's room. Ahhh!
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