Uncharted territory (39 week update)


39 weeks, 2 days and still writing pregnancy updates! Who would have guessed? I’m officially more pregnant than I’ve ever been before. I’ve long since given up expecting the baby to be born any minute and have gone back to planning lots of activities, because anything is better than sitting at home waiting.

For a while I was getting tired of being pregnant, but I’ve come back around and find the novelty of this being my longest pregnancy kind of fun. If I’m never going to do this again, I might as well do it up right, yes? If I ever turn into one of those women who feel the need to warn every pregnant woman they see that the third one was the pregnancy that just wouldn’t end, though, I’m going to need someone to slap me. Those women have been annoying the crap out of me for MONTHS now.

I think most of my good mood at this point stems from the fact I feel 100% back to normal after the whole stomach virus and/or flu fiasco. (I don’t know if it was the flu or not. It’s possible the nausea wasn’t caused by the illness, just a side effect of pregnancy/not being able to eat, which would mean the flu is likely.) In any event, I feel pretty good for being 9 months pregnant. Compared to two weeks ago, I could stay like this forever.

(I do think it would be kind of cute if she was born yet today – a tax day baby for the accountant! – but eh. No use getting my hopes up. Tomorrow is OK, too. And the next day. Or even getting to see what it’s like to be 40 weeks pregnant.)

My favorite middle child

Our church has Wednesday night youth activities for kids ages 3 and up, so for the past couple of years Margaret has been going and Paul would stay home with mom & dad. The program is wrapping up for the year, plus the new baby will be here any day, so we thought tonight we’d celebrate what might be Paul’s last (routine) night of solo attention by taking him out for ice cream.

Poor buddy ended up having a rough day – he went to the park with Margaret and their cousin and fell and dislocated his elbow. (While trying – successfully – to protect his 1-year-old cousin from hurting herself!) I took him to urgent care and it was torture hearing him scream as the doctor popped the joint back into place. That gave us another reason to definitely take him out for ALL the ice cream.


He chatterboxed his way through the evening and it was so fun to have special time with our little man. After we finished eating, we popped some Florida Georgia Line + Nelly in the car’s CD player, rolled the windows down, and went cruisin’ for a few minutes until it was time to pick up his sister. He sang at the top of his lungs and it was so adorable Thomas and I still have smiles on our faces hours later.

He’s the kind of kid who really responds to one-on-one attention. All kids do, I suppose, but Margaret is very social and loves being in groups. Paul doesn’t mind that, but only really opens up and talks when knows he won’t be constantly interrupted (perhaps by a very talkative and self-assured four-year-old I know…) I hope we can continue to give him as many opportunities as possible even after we’re a three-child family. I know he’s going to be a wonderful big brother, but it’s still bittersweet to think I won’t get as much focused time with him. Or any of the three of them. The difficulty level of this parenting thing just keeps going up!