My phone died a death by surge and went straight to heaven for phones, also known as the Samsung Manufacturer so it could be replaced and sent back to me. Hence, the lack of regular belly pictures. I was actually really sad that I don't have a belly picture to document my baby body this week, but then I realized I had an awesome husband who snaps pictures of my activities, however unflattering, just in case.
I spent a lot of time on my ball this week - in various positions. My nesting frenzy (which I'm convinced will probably result in early labor) has left me with an absurd amount of large projects, including a desk that has been fully renovated (pictures coming soon - I think you can catch a glimpse of the drawers drying on my kitchen counter in one of the pictures below), and a very sore body. I treated myself to a prenatal massage, something I do monthly, and waddled out of the spa with slightly swollen ankles and a smile on my face.
I spent some time assembling thank-you gifts for the wonderful women who are helping throw my showers. Side note: Bath and Body Works' candles are $10 right now. Go stock up.
I never understood why pregnant women would say things like "I feel like I've been pregnant forever" and "it's taking soooo long for this baby to get here!" Now I understand. It's not the whole of pregnancy that makes women say these things; it's the last two months. I feel like these last 8 weeks are going to be longer than the other 32. Your body kind of reaches a limit where it can no longer find a comfortable position, you can no longer be awake for longer than 5 hours without needing a full REM cycle, and your baby gets so big that you can't stand the idea of a nearly-fully-developed baby inside you without dying to see his little face.
This week, I told Conrad what it felt like, emotionally, to get ready to meet him. I think we feel differently about the event. It's like I'm going to see someone I haven't seen for a long time, who I've been missing desperately. I don't feel like I'm about to meet a stranger. I feel like I'm about to be reunited with an old friend. In some ways, I am.