Thirty five weeks. Two more until full-term. Holy shit on a stick. Also, I look like I swallowed a volleyball!

I am down to a handful of clothes I ever feel like wearing anymore and my abdomen is slowly expanding to make even these feel tight and uncomfortable some times. I have three sleeveless tops in three different colors, two tanks of differing colors, a pair of gaucho pants, two skirts (same style, different color), and two pairs of pants. I am doing laundry every other day, it seems, and at this point, I am sort of excited to get back into my regular schlubby clothes.

My pelvis has gone on strike and is taking my vagina with it. My legs are threatening to split right apart. The baby is huge inside me and at times I have trouble breathing because he’s jampacked inside - not much more room to maneuver!

Sleep is starting to get fractured again, especially with the heat. I am bound and determined to buy a box fan and stick it in the bedroom window, if only to pump some fresh air into the room because clearly the ceiling fan itself isn’t cutting it. Josh looks at me strangely, and he should - it’s only down to like 68-70 degrees at night but I am waking up in a pool of sweat. Yuck.

I think I started nesting - only at the office. My own office is just about entirely clean, I have a neat pile of things I need to get done, and I almost started cleaning the outer office, getting rid of crap we no longer need, but I refrained, because, well, I have a lot of stuff yet to do!! I had a wee, wee little spotting scare this weekend (cervix was irritated, I won’t tell you why, because you can probably guess) but all is fine, but it’s prompted me to get my ass into gear. I want to be through with my major tasks by the end of the week and spend the rest of my time in the office doing other less vital but still important things (like annual reports. Yay!).

Yargh. Too little time! Must still finalize a pediatrician. Buy a nursing bra. Etc.

2 weeks til full-term!