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thirty four weeks brought me the loveliest of lovelies: shortness of breath. all the damn time. if i could see inside my body i am 99% positive that i would see this baby wedged up between my lungs all nice and cozy. feeling like i just ran a marathon is not the feeling i was going for every time i roll over in bed.

but that's life.

there are five weeks to go and i'm ready. our nursery is completely functioning and ready (besides the art that isn't on my walls and that can be a project for this week if i can convince myself to stay up past 6 pm). we found a side table for next to the rocking chair for ONE DOLLAR AND FITTY CENTS at good will because we are amazing are bargains. BUT the reason it was $1.50 is because it is falling apart and i don't think it could withstand the weight of a piece of paper but evan will be all handy man and he'll fix it and i'll paint it (GLITTER IF WE HAVE A GIRL, DUH, even though evan already nixed that because he is rude about my love affair with glitter.) and we'll have a new table for basically nothing. and also my hospital bag is halfway packed, i have a playlist on my phone of all my favorite musics and i'm mentally preparing myself for this baby to come. because i'm ready.

evan is a total gem, though. he is the absolute sweetest. he took me shopping for new shoes so that my feet will maybe stop swelling (and they are the hottest pink you've ever seen. NEON. because i need to draw even more attention to myself, clearly.) and has made me two of the best root beer floats of my entire life (i don't even like root beer so who knows where that came from but i am seriously in love with root beer floats right now) and has rubbed my back and my gross swollen feet and puts on my socks and shoes because HA HA bending over, HA HA, and has driven me to work because otherwise i probably would just straight up not go and was sore and uncomfortable from helping move some boxes and said, "i don't want to complain because i know you have it worse than me." sweetest man ever. we need a serious last date before the baby comes.

THEN. then i'll be ready.

*yes. i did originally title this 35 weeks because my brain cannot comprehend the difference between this week and last week apparently. and i'm going to be in charge of a BABY.

thirtythree

three day weekends are good for losing all track of time and doing absolutely nothing and going back to work and hating your life because i think that when tuesdays get confused with mondays they are even worse than real mondays. but i'm still an advocate for three day weekends at all times because the ratio of 5:2 is completely uneven and stupid.

week thirty three was good and bad all over. first, i got the reminder from my phone 15 minutes before my doctor's appointment on monday morning that i had a doctor's appointment which i 100% forgot about and thought was the following day so i was late to that and she was not happy with me which made for a crappy appointment even though i am 33 weeks pregnant and please advise me on a better way to keep track of the 3414 bajillion things i have going on in my life right now, lady. and then following my appointment because things cannot happen in an order that would make sense, i had thee worst stomach pains at the top of my stomach and i sincerely thought i was going into labor. i knew they weren't contractions but i was positive that this baby was on it's way out.

[side note: every.single.time i have a weird pain or weird sensation in my stomach i instantly think i'm in labor. every time.]

[other side note: i like to yell "GET OUT OF MY WAY I'M IN LABOR" to really slow moving cars and evan doesn't think it's funny and/or appreciate it.]

i called L&D and she told me to take a bath and lie down and i did and it went away. but i spent a good chunk of the afternoon and all evening in pain which was excellent.

third, on wednesday my feet and ankles decided to peace out and were replaced with the most disgusting kankles i have ever witnessed in my life. i went to lunch and saw my reflection in some glass doors and was mortified by the fact that my feet basically ate my shoes. also by the fact that it was only noon and any and all previous swelling happened at the end of the day which i could handle. also obnoxious is the fact that my blood pressure has been a little high and i got a massive headache after walking up some stairs. those things are not good for pregnant women so now i have to drink 504 gallons of water a day, walk around every 10 minutes and/or have my feet up constantly and am not allowed to use the stairs.

i'd also like to say how annoyed i am that people ignore my pregnant belly. i was trying to get between a human being and a wall and the human being could have stepped out of the way for half a second to let me by. but she didn't. even after i excused myself. so i basically rubbed up against the lady and that was awkward and uncomfortable for both of us, but my gosh. can you not see that i cannot suck it in?  it happens all the time and all i'm saying is GET OUT OF MY WAY BECAUSE I'M IN LABOR. thank you.

thirtytwo

i totally thought i was in week 33 until like 2 days ago. pregnancy brain, full force.

but my pregnancy brain did come up with a homemade take 5 candy bar because we have caramel hersey kisses in our house. and OMG. i know what i'm doing with the rest of my day.

nothing super exciting happened this week. besides my baby shower. which was a blast. because i outlawed games and instead my friends decorated me onesies and everyone agreed that it's a girl and my mom and my sister-in-law's mom made homemade baby blankets and our crib finally has a mattress which makes me want to curl up in it with all the soft baby things even though i slightly exceed the weight limit.

i also made pretzel salad and i blew everyone's mind with how good it is. if you've never had pretzel salad do yourself a favor and go make some. i'll wait.

[remember those six pounds i lost last week? ha. ha. ha.]

i would like to make sure everyone understands that EVAN PICKED OUT THE BALLOONS. he.bought.pink.balloons. so he secretly thinks it's a girl, too. and he knows it.

in other news, the nursery is almost finished. i need to make a mobile and hang my art and hem the curtains. in other OTHER news, the bathroom is also almost finished! we don't talk about how it's taken us a month. but yesterday my dad hooked up the sink AND the toilet. today we're tiling the bathtub and by that i mean that my dad is yelling at the tile cutter and i'm laughing at him and staying out of his cranky way. i'll post a bajillion pictures of both when everything is finished. and after i take a thousand hour nap. 

thirty1

this week, this was not a good week. i think this may have been the most difficult week of my pregnancy so far. like when everything comes on at one time and then keeps coming because that is real fun. and then pregnancy hormones. and then a house covered in bathroom remodel. and then work. and then being tired. and then other things.

this week also made me want to delete my blog and keep all my life private. not a good week. not a fan.

the only good news is that i lost 6 pounds at my check up this week. i probably maybe shouldn't be rejoicing over that but the less weight i have to lose after baby, the better. my doctor wasn't concerned in the least. so. that makes my excitement over 6 measly pounds okay. also i've gained 20 pounds over my entire pregnancy so far which is terrifying how easy it is to put on 20 pounds. i mean, besides the fact that i have a tiny human growing inside my body. but if that tiny human only weighs 3 pounds and a few more pounds are granted for the fluid and whatnot, where the heckfire do the other 15+ pounds come from....and go? jeez louise. i need to also be shocked and pleasantly surprised at how easy it is to lose 20 pounds after baby.

and thursday was the 31st which was exactly 2 months from this baby's birthday. it's official: baby is coming march 31. three thirty one thirteen. uh, best birthday ever? we had a chat and baby agrees that's a good day to be born. my sister-in-law assures me that the baby will come regardless if i have the art on the walls and that it's okay to not be 150% ready. but i needtohavetheartonthewalls. i don't know why. BUTLISTEN. the art. it needs to be on.the.walls.

also this next week needs to be better. with less tears and more sleep and more ice cream (CHOCOLATE. MORE. NOW.) (ohhhhh. that's where the weight comes from. check.) and a finished bathroom. it's my babyshower week and my bff is coming to town. i refuse to have 2 bad weeks in a row. or ever again.