I never imagined how uncomfortable 30 pounds of weight protruding out from your belly could be. I can't believe I still have 8 weeks to go! I would be totally okay if she decides to come at 37 weeks. An August birthday is beginning to sound really nice. I really just want her to be here already. Time just seems to have stood still the last few weeks but I am hopeful that it will start to fly by again as I prepare and try to stay busy. Today I plan to wash all her clothes, blankets, towels, burpies, etc and get it all put away in drawers. It should be a fun project to keep me occupied.
I'm trying my best to appreciate this last little bit of time as a threesome (with Ollie). I know life will never be the same again. Luke and I celebrated our 3 year anniversary yesterday. We relaxed and ate lots of delicious food. Now that we had our last hurrah, we are both going to start eating healthier since little Camille is not so little weighing in at 3 pounds and 15 ounces at her last ultrasound. She's in the 61st percentile so no more sugar for me...I'd gained double the weight at my last doctor's appointment (oops). And poor Luke has some sympathy weight from all my devilish cravings. When I think we want a cupcake I will remind myself how much harder it is to deliver a big baby and I'll have an apple instead!
P.S. Only one more fruit to go! We arrive at watermelon in 4 weeks : )
"Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him."
Psalm 62:5
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