week 39

This week was a good one for me because my mom arrived. I was so excited for her to get here because, obviously, I couldn't wait to hug her and spend time with her, but also because it meant that baby G could be coming at any time. She got here early last Wednesday morning and it has been so nice spending so much time with her. Last week, while I was really excited for baby G to arrive, I was also loving the quality time that I was spending with my mom. Just me and my mom. I knew I wouldn't get that time ever again so I was just thoroughly enjoying it. While I am still thoroughly enjoying it, at 40 weeks and 2 days I would really appreciate if baby G would just come now.

My mom, Josh, and I were playing skip-bo one night last week and I asked my mom if she was going to love me less once the baby arrived (for anyone who knows my mom knows that she is literally over the moon with excitement and has been anticipating this time- years before I even got pregnant, so I thought it was a fair question). Josh instantly piped up and said, "no Tiffany, we aren't going to love you any less. We will just love him more." Thanks Josh. :)

The baby is really low and in position ready to join us. Which is great news, the doctor seemed pretty excited about it so I was too. Until I realized how much more uncomfortable it is to have the baby's head that low. ohmyword. And I thought I was uncomfortable before? I had no idea.

Everything else is the same as the past few weeks, although I have been sleeping much better at night. I just wake up every hour and a half to run to the bathroom. Thankfully though I can go right back to sleep. I am trying to soak up all the sleep I can get now!

Also, my belly is quite large. I sometimes forget how big it is. The other day I had set a roll of toilet paper on the counter, and as I turned to dry my hands the toilet paper roll went flying into the toilet. I couldn't figure out how on earth that happened when I suddenly realized my belly knocked it in as I turned. Oy.

I have also become a bit more irritable and biting my tongue isn't something I do well anymore. Yikes! My poor family that is living with me. Thankfully they are all so understanding and loving and when I say I am sorry, knowing I am being awful, they always say "it's ok! it's not your fault."  Either that or they just don't speak around me for a little bit and they give me my time to rant.  In my defense, it is HOT, I am past my due date, I am uncomfortable, and lastly, people in this world are annoying and sometimes need to be called on it.

When we were growing up, my mom always used to say to us four kids as we left for school for the day, "have a good day! hope you get an A!" I got a text this morning from my sister that said, "have a good day! hope you get a bay(by)!" I hope so too, h!

We have received so many thoughtful, kind messages wishing us luck and letting us know that we are in people's prayers. I am so thankful for them, they are such an encouragement. We are so grateful for our friends and family that love us so much!

Here is a bump picture:

Come on baby!! We are so ready to meet you, cuddle with you, and love on you!

weeks 37 & 38

Things are about the same as they were a few weeks ago. I am feeling more and more ready to have this little guy- mostly because I am so uncomfortable I just can't stand it any longer and of course,  because we just can't wait much longer to meet our little man!

Sleep is touch and go- I struggle the most at night. I have a really hard time getting comfortable enough to fall asleep so I usually end up getting up and taking a shower, sitting/bouncing on my yoga ball, sitting in weird positions on the couch reading, etc. The most frustrating part is that I am genuinely so tired and just can't get to sleep. I don't nap during the day mostly because I am afraid if I do, then it will be even harder for me to sleep at night.

The bigger baby G gets and the less room he has to move around in can make it a bit more painful when he does move. I still love watching him in action, even if it is painful and uncomfortable sometimes. It is just so amazing watching him move, it fascinates me! When Lee watches he usually says something along the lines of, "he's trying to escape and you aren't letting him! He just wants to come play with me." One day we were just sitting in the living room watching TV or something and he randomly said, "ok, I would really like a playmate right now. So maybe you could have him today?" After my doctor's appointment I was explaining what the doctor said, how dilated I was, etc. and after he asked what all the numbers meant I said, "basically it means we're making progress but we aren't there yet" and his response was "well, I'd like to be there now" :) Lee is getting really anxious and is beyond ready to meet our boy. I love hearing and seeing his excitement, it really melts my heart.

I am measuring right on track, which means that the doctor is predicting that he will be an average sized baby (between 7.5-8 pounds). I am thankful for that since I was a really big baby- my poor mom!

Here are some bump pictures (they aren't the most flattering or best quality but honestly, I'm 38 weeks pregnant. I could really care less what I look like. I am just trying to stay comfortable and cool):

Lee and I walk every day- we can't wait to take baby G on our nightly walks with us. :) 

I just can't wait to meet our little man! I hope he comes soon! 

*One more thing: this morning we were eating breakfast and Lee was chewing/breathing SO loudly. I literally stopped eating and watched him for like a minute because I wasn't sure how on earth a human needed to consume cereal as loudly as he was. I commented to him and as soon as the words left my mouth I instantly thought of that Friends episode, where Rachel is pregnant with Emma and she was so irritable and grouchy at the end and commented on Ross' loud breathing. Her grumpiness in that episode made me realize that I am pretty sure Lee's breathing was normal and that I was probably the one with the problem. I will do my best to bite my tongue in the days (Lord help me if it's weeks) ahead as I am sure I am only going to become more and more consistently grumpy.