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thirty-three weeks but who's counting?

So I decided I'm over this. 
Nine months is a freaking long time to be pregnant. I applaud every woman who has had more than one child, because as of right this very second, I'm not sure I want to do this again. I'm sure it will change someday but not right now. 
I'm over being uncomfortable and hurting. 
I'm over being kicked in the spine and bladder. 
I'm over feeling like a balloon. 
That was my venting.

On the bright side, I do get something very special out of this and I'm thrilled about that. 
I feel like I'm always wondering what he will look like, more like me or more like his daddy? I just want to hold his little body and stare at him. I think I could look at newborn babies all day long. They are so funny to watch. I truly am grateful that I am able to be a mom. I'm grateful that it was so easy for me to get pregnant and start my little family.

 I recently had a friend lose her three week old baby and it has never more been clear how grateful I should be that my baby and I have been healthy through this entire pregnancy. Just when it feels so easy and right to complain, something happens that reminds us just how lucky we actually are. 

My dad asks how I'm doing a lot and has said to me multiple times that I'm doing something very special; I'm bringing a little spirit into the world. If I could just remember that, I think I would complain a lot less. 
That's when I tell him, "A very excited little spirit". 

So this is me at 33 and a half weeks.. They say he is a big as a large pineapple now. And my doctor said he is measuring right on and things are looking great. So we are so happy and can't wait to meet our baby Owen. 
 We are so close it's not even funny!  :) 


  1. It will be over before you know it! (you probably hear that all the time though). I am feeling very grateful lately that we are all healthy too. I hate that it usually takes something like that to remind me, but sadly it does. I need to be better about always being grateful.


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