3 More Weeks!

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This picture was taken about 6 weeks ago. I feel like my belly has atleast doubled in size since then. Today, I'm officially 37 weeks. In pregnancy terms, that means I could "go" at anytime and the doctors won't try to stop labor. In Alecia terms, that means I'm going to be pregnant for the next three weeks. So, I decided to write a list as a reminder to myself really how difficult pregnancy can be, especially toward the end. Just in case, I get some crazy idea that I want a 4th someday. This will serve as my birth control.

Here is a list of what I can't wait to do in three weeks:

1. Take a deep breath. Right now, my lungs are conveniently squished up in my throat, and I can only take shallow breaths, which causes me to breath like a fat kid in PE every time I need to move. And nothin' makes me feel sexier.


2. Pee like a normal person. On average, I take approximately 57 trips to the potty a day to relieve what feels like the most extreme bladder pressure in the world, and I end up peeing less than a teaspoon. Literally. It's like 3 drips, tops. I especially like doing this multiple times in the middle of the night. Because then I have to get out of bed (trust me, this process in neither easy nor graceful), and that means, again, I'm breathing like a fat kid in PE all the way to and from the potty.


3. Sleep on my stomach. I'm a stomach sleeper. Big time. My ginormous belly prevents me from being able to sleep in the preferred position. I can't sleep on my back either, because then I feel like I can't breathe. But I can sleep with a fortress of pillows surrounding every nook and cranny of my body. It's like when a teenager sneaks out of the house in the middle of the night, and stuffs his/her bed with pillows to make it appear that there is an actual body sleeping in that bed. That's what my bed looks like. Except I'm buried in there somewhere.


4. Be free of back pain. Good God, it's like I'm 84 years old. It has just become my constant companion. Who I can't wait to get rid of.


5. Following through on my threats to my children. Right now I just lie to them, and hope they believe me. I say things like "Don't make me get up off this couch/come upstairs/do anything that requires any physical activity right now!!" - when I know darn well I'm not moving. I try to get really creative with my tone of voice, like I really mean business. I'll use a really deep voice to emphasize a word or two. They know I'm full of it. But they've only got three more weeks of that luxury. Enjoy it while it lasts, sweet ones!


6. Hold my baby. Who we have finally picked out a name for. She will be named Amelia Rose. Andrew picked out her middle name, which I think is pretty darn special that he got to be apart of naming his baby sister. I'm glad we didn't go with his original choice which was Purple Dollar. Somehow, Ameila Purple Dollar just doesn't sound right. I can't wait to meet her, see what she looks like and welcome her into our family.