This week marks 36 weeks. 10 more weeks than Brady got on the inside. By the way this not-so-little guy jabs at me and stretches, I get the impression that he’s not pleased with his lodging arrangements. He doesn’t know how lucky he is! One of my favorite things is when Jeff keeps telling him that we’re “coming to get him” in a week. I think we’ll both be relieved to have our own space in the very near future!
While being pregnant isn’t physically all that fun in general, it’s gotten much worse in the past week or so. I’m achy, puffy, and exhausted, and super, super grateful to still be pregnant. I finally decided to give up working out after I landed myself in triage last weekend with high blood pressure readings and extreme swelling. I’m glad I’ve been able to stay active for most of this pregnancy, but my poor swollen feet can’t handle it anymore. Thankfully, my labs all looked good at the hospital and I was able to get released within a few hours. Our goal is finally within sight, so we continue to cross our fingers that we’ll make it to our scheduled date next week.