Week 36: Beaten with a stick

35 weeks, 5 days.

So I was just about to write a post whining about how the kid is currently making me feel like I’ve been beaten with a stick when I get out of bed in the morning (he’s heavy and I am so large and unwieldy, you know?) when my good friends Lynett and Steve came by unexpectedly to visit – when the house was at its worst, of course! But we went out and had some slushy thingie at a bubble tea place and headed out to the park with their baby (who is incredibly cute!) and I find I just can’t whine properly now

Well, except about how messy the upstairs now is and how very uninclined I am to cause myself back pain by cleaning. Needs to get done, though – they could tell us anything about when and how Small Monster will be born at Monday’s ultrasound and I want to be prepared. Blah!

But to all who’ve been wondering, I’m quite well, only sore and tired, and I’m so ready to have this baby. Yes, I know I’m not due for another four weeks, but he’ll be fully cooked in one, and I’m rather selfishly hoping that at about 37 weeks he thinks the world is a really exciting place to be and comes on out to visit. My abdominal muscles will thank him!