33 Weeks or A Light At The End of the Tunnel!

Sometimes, this pregnancy road is a long one to travel. It seems with each one, I find my body is not as young as it was (and I am just pushing 30!). My back hurts the majority of the time, party due to a work-related injury almost ten years ago. The remainder due to all my weight being directly in front. I gain nowhere else (not much exaggeration there) and the pull of gravity keeps it difficult to maintain correct posture.  Each baby seems to be bigger than the last. The nice thing about this is that in 8 weeks, I am back to my pre-pregnancy size.

I am at the point in gestational phase where my hips "separate" and I feel as if I have jello holding them to my pelvic bone. Try walking up and down stairs with this strange sensation! I now waddle more than my 15 month old son does!

Varicose veins are spreading further down my legs. Oh, how ugly they look, but I know they too will fade after birth.

Series of Braxton-Hicks (false contractions) bombard me daily, more so if I don't drink the AT LEAST 64 oz. of water I should each day.

"Nothing fits" syndrome hit hard and heavy the other day, and my dear, sweet hubby allowed me time to go shopping for mother's day. I stocked up on some cute maternity clothes.

This is also the time-frame of my first baby loss. So, I get a little anxious from this point until delivery.

Am I ready? Yes, and no. I want this little girl to be whole and healthy and able to survive, so I will wait. But I certainly hope she doesn't decide that I need to wait until the "due date" for her to arrive. One, two, even three weeks before would make me happy.