Wrapping up week 35 and I feel slightly (and I emphasize *slightly*) more patient about waiting for the impending arrival of our little nugget. A little nugget who is, as far as I estimate, not much of a little nugget anymore. Maybe more of a 35 lb. kid with really long legs who thinks is pretty humorous to stick his feet into my lungs to see how long mommy can last with no air flow. Water retention are causing my cankles to take front and center in the Christina Pregnancy Show. Nothing like the oohs and aaahhhs you can get when showing off to others the impressive indentations that can be made by an ordinary pair of flip flops. To be frank, they are hobbit feet. It’s just – wrong.

Regularly scheduled visits to the OB are becoming more frequent – moving from every two weeks to every single week. No matter how many times I mention it, Chauncey seems pretty disinterested in entertaining a conversation with me about possibly inducing/scheduling a C-section/materializing my baby a la Star Trek, so I’m trying to be okay with the variables that are up in the air at this point. Those variables including, well, everything.

All in all, I have to admit I’m wrapping up a pretty text book pregnancy at this point. Back for the hospital is packed. Baby clothes washed, folded, put away. Nursery assembled. Baby accessories assembled and dozens of batteries have been purchased to keep them operational for weeks/months to come. I think we’re ready.