I'm nearing the final stretch with 6 weeks left until the magic number...Now in addition to hearing "how are you feeling" I'm getting a lot of "Are you ready?" To which I reply, "no." Don't get my wrong, there is a part of me that would prefer to be awoken every 2 hours in the middle of the night by Hannah crying than being awoken to my bladder crying and my hip (whichever I'm sleeping on) achy and sore. In that sense, I'm ready. But the house is not at all ready...Not that I have any room to complain. My neighbors had a baby girl about 2 months ago now and their house is way more of a construction zone than ours. They've even been living without running water on the first floor for a few months; I've never been that inconvenienced. But still the idea of throwing a baby into the current mess is daunting and stressful. We've made a lot of great progress though, and I'm hopeful that we'll get it "livable" this month, even if everything doesn't get done.
At 34 weeks, she should weigh about 5 pounds, and her crown to rump length is now longer than a ruler.
I'm starving, and Eric is out of the shower so au revoir!