I’ve got 6 whole pounds of baby in this belly. little boy Brady is going to outweigh his sisters by a long shot. at 35 weeks I feel every single inch of his long legs moving and pushing and (painfully) stretching to make room in the space that just seems to be getting smaller by the day (literally).
I am embracing these last couple weeks as best as I can.
truth :: this hasn’t been the easiest pregnancy.
I’m nauseous at least once or twice a day.
..and when I don’t sleep well at night I am sick ALL DAY.
I’m exhausted to the point of tears about three times a week.
all I can think about is bedtime and it takes everything in me to keep my eyes open later than 8pm.
food completely grosses me out about 65% of the time.
I’m living on coffee + multi-grain cheerios + protein shakes + sweet tarts.
.. even the breakfast I’ve been eating every day for almost 5 years (peanut butter + sliced banana toast) is so unappealing.
whats wrong with me?! pregnancy twice before this has been relatively uneventful and remarkably pleasant- even on bedrest with the twins I hardly felt the discomfort I’m feeling now carrying this little boy. nausea wasnt in my vocabulary and sub sandwiches, tequila, and peanut butter was all I could think about.
not together, of course!
y’all.. I sat on the floor with my girlfriends playing with our kiddos over the weekend and my butt is so sore it feels like I’ve done 1800 squats.
my belly is HUGE and I get lightheaded if I lay too far over to my back.
I cant sleep at night unless I’m laying/sitting up on 4 giant pillows AND the Snoogle.
Jordan is the best sport and never complains about the 11 inches of space he has in our king sized bed.
but, I’m determined to embrace it.
all of it.
we made our weekly trip to the OB for a sonogram to check in with our growing boy yesterday and it was the first appointment in weeks that I walked out of there feeling encouraged and excited about the final days to come before meeting Brady.
my amniotic fluid has leveled itself off.
Brady’s kidney is stable.
..and he has a FULL head of hair:)
I filled out the paperwork for cord blood retrieval, final details of this pending delivery- we will be doing a scheduled c-section again as I did with the two deliveries before- and had a serious discussion (and signed all the consent forms) for making this our last baby/pregnancy/delivery.
after Baker was born I knew 100% that she wasn’t our last. we weren’t finished with our family and we prayed and prayed for this final sweet being to bless us.. boy or girl, we didn’t care one single bit.
and here we are. 9 months worth of a tremendous whirlwind + rollercoaster ride and it wouldn’t be normal without a handful of terrifying thoughts and panic moments about adding number four to the mix.
truth :: we are beside ourselves with excitement.
pregnancy is such a beautiful experience.
I’ve been incredibly blessed to carry four amazing + healthy babies.
not everyone gets to do what I’ve done, so while this time hasn’t been 100% rainbows and unicorns, I am counting every single day as part of something that I wouldn’t change for the world, will never forget, and I never ever want to take these moments for granted.
..even when I’m sobbing into my cereal because I’m so dang sleepy.
my baby boy.
my final sweet tiny love.
its almost time to meet you.