34 weeks

Six weeks to go, ya'll, and I am ready. Last night as I was complaining over aches and pains, I told Scott that I have reached the point of ready to get this baby out. I am no longer nervous about labor, I just want to feel the relief of having my body back and lying on my back again. I predict that John is longer than Ada was because every move he makes hurts me a little bit. My ribs here, my back there. And my bladder, oh my bladder.

I go to the doctor tomorrow morning, and I think I will soon be going every week. I really can't believe that we are already at the end. It has absolutely flown by. Ada's pregnancy seemed to drag, but I suppose that Ada has kept me too busy to really notice the time passing.

I am trying to prepare myself, as much as possible, for the aftermath of birth. You know, the sleepless nights, the crazy days, etc. etc. For Christmas my mom gave me a certificate for a hair cut at a place in Auburn --AP Pearson's. It's where my sister, Sarah, gets her hair cut, and she loves it. I need someone to give me a cute and doable cut before I move into the land of newborn. In the mean time, I am soaking up my time with Ada and my time to sleep. Remarkably, I am still sleeping well at night. I am so thankful. I didn't sleep well during Ada's pregnancy, but this time I am waking up rested every morning, for the most part.

And I find myself wandering into John's room to look at all those little boy clothes. What will he look like? What will he be like? How will our family change as a result of his life? Six weeks, ya'll. Six weeks.

p.s. I will be back soon with more Christmas blogging.