Week 35: So much to do, so little time left…

34 weeks.

Look at that again… 34 weeks. This baby is pretty darned close to fully-cooked, and I’d be lying if I didn’t mention that, pessimist that I am, I don’t think I ever thought we’d make it this far. 3 more weeks and he could be done; 8 more weeks and they’ll evict him forceably. 0 more weeks until his mama starts to freak, because, quite frankly, she still has tons to do.

Actually, I shouldn’t be freaking quite so much. Except for getting the now-clean car seat cover back on and finishing packing of Ye Olde Hospital Bag, the baby could come right now and we’d be fine – it’s just that the house would still be a mess, and quite frankly, I know I’m not gonna feel like dealing with that once Small Monster is here.

Oh geez… it just hit me… in less than 8 weeks I don’t have to call him Small Monster in public anymore… *head swims*

But anyhow, it wouldn’t be a disaster if I gave birth now. I’d just rather he waited a couple more weeks (like, say, until after I’ve finished my German take-home final and Christian’s quarter is over and the baby’s really fully cooked…). Of course, there is this part of me that is going nuts because she can’t wait to meet him, but she’s had to wait this long – surely she can hold out until he comes

So… tomorrow is my 34-week appointment with the nurse-midwife. I have to say, I’m not really looking forward to it. I’m pretty sure I’m going to get hassled about the both the baby’s weight and my own, which, at this point, I can do little about. It’s not that I gained so much weight – it’s that I was overweight to begin with. If the baby weren’t big, they wouldn’t say anything, but, eh, as I said… not much to be done at this point anyhow. She probably won’t have time to freak too much – I have a horde of questions for her this time. I can keep my mouth moving faster than almost anyone, so it’ll be a busy 20 minutes.

And after this appointment, it’s the ultrasound at 36 weeks, and then weekly appointments until the baby comes.

Now if I can manage to avoid straining any more muscles (I pulled a groin muscle getting into bed last night with the lights out, stumbling over pillows – not where you want an injury weeks before birth…), maybe I’ll be able to get things in order this week

Oh, and did I mention it’s only 3 more days until NaNoWriMo? <insert terrified face here>