33 Weeks

Man. I had such high hopes at the beginning of this pregnancy of blogging my progress every single week with cute belly photos, and I realize that I deserve a big fat fail for that one. I haven't really taken one decent photo of myself (besides my iPhone pictures), but my lovely, amazing and talented friend Lauren from Lauren West Photography will be taking maternity pictures of me this Saturday. I've never had "professional" photos taken before so I'm really excited to document this time in my life, and get some cute family pictures that I can frame.

These last few weeks are so freakin exciting and overwhelming that I might actually do a post for each week because it's all my mind thinks about these days. When your stomach is the size of a bowling ball, and you're in pain every time you move, it's kind of hard to think about anything else but. I feel like I have so MUCH work to do to get caught up and prepped for my maternity leave, but I have no motivation to work on it. Miraculously, my sales are doing really well (I'm a commission based insurance agent) even with all the added distractions so that is good. I'm trying not to worry too much about it because I know I'll never get this time in my life back again to spend with my babies.

Speaking of maternity leave, I plan on taking my full 12 weeks this time. Yes, TWELVE. Considering I only took 6 weeks off for Carter, this will be huge for me. We have a scheduled repeat c-section set for Monday, June 11th, and I'm hoping to work right up until June 8th (Friday). I'm cray, but let me live in my dream world where this will be possible. I'm scheduled to return to work on September 3rd. We plan on keeping Carter in daycare until July 1st so I'll have a good three weeks adjusting to the new baby, and getting some one on one time in with her. After July 1st, my life will change drastically. It will just be ME, home alone, with a newborn and a two year-old. I'm terrified. I'm hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. I'm excited about this time, but naturally nervous. I know I'll survive, but it's going to be really hard.

At 33 weeks, 5 days, I have a little over 5 weeks until my c-section, and a little over 3 weeks until full-term. Since months have been flying by in what feels like days, I know she'll be here before I know it and this will all be a distant memory so I'm trying to savor it. Who knows if and when I'll be pregnant again, and considering our house isn't big enough, it will probably be a long time.

I've had some pre-term labor scares with contractions, but I don't think they're anything but Braxton Hicks so I'm not too worried. I've been checked twice, and so far they haven't made any progress. My doctor thinks everything I'm feeling and experiencing is typical for a 2nd pregnancy. I was prescribed Procardia to stop contractions but due to the side effects I'm weary of taking it. If I feel like I absolutely have to, I will.

I've officially gained 12 pounds this pregnancy, but been asked if I'm having twins twice now. I don't think I'm THAT huge, and I'm baffled why anyone would make a comment on a pregnant woman's size at all. But whatev's, I don't care too much.

34 weeks on Friday and will hopefully have the nursery finished very soon. Things are happenin people!