thirty three weeks.

this week marks 33 weeks.

let's see.  what can i do vs. not do.

i can go through a roll of toilet paper in about 2 days.  i can still pick pratt up, but he has to straddle my belly with his legs.  one goes over and one goes to my back.

my belly button (if you still consider it that.  it's more like a belly saucer.  not so much a "button" anymore. button has the connotation of something small and cute.  not what this is) sticks out through every single shirt i wear.

you can still see my ribs and it looks like they are just hanging on for dear life.  like maybe at any point, this stomach is going to rip them flat off my torso.

i somehow managed to paint my toenails yesterday.  and i'm able to scrub my feet in the shower.  this is important.  i was told once that when in labor, it's best to have clean/pretty feet.  i can appreciate that.  dirty toenails are gross.

i pretty much have indigestion at all times during the day.  i swear that even water makes me burp.

all that to say, i'm healthy.  and happy.  and ready to be pregnant for 7 more weeks.  i'm not an early girl.  i'd rather be late.  yes, i really would be.  i learned my lesson with pratt.  big, chubby babies are my favorite.  when pratt was born, weighing over 8 pounds, i had no appreciation for how big he was.

i just remember seeing him in the nicu with all those wires and cords.  worrying.  about something going wrong.  and i think it was dr. zeurlein that said, "your baby is big and healthy.  i'm not worried at all about him making it.  he is gonna be fine."

and isn't that what you want to hear from someone when you've got a sick baby.  that they will be fine.  so i'm not wishing for anything to happen until my due date.  or maybe the day before.  i think pratt was born 5 days before his due date.  and that's okay too.  i just get nervous around now.

i go back next week for my 34 week check up.  i was shocked he wanted to see me.  i don't think i saw anyone at 34 weeks with pratt.  i'm pretty easy.  my blood pressure is low.  like, 108/67.  and i don't have any swelling yet.  a few braxton hicks...but that's no big deal.  i'm just thankful i'm still okay.  and doing well.

in other news, pratt just woke up and asked for lucky charms in chocolate milk.  gross.  and how did he think of this?  he's totally gonna have cavities next dental visit.  i'm blaming his dad.

and one more thing.  my sweet friend rebekah has a 3 year old daughter.  her name is avery.  avery was recently diagnosed with shingles.  horrible for that sweet baby girl.  and equally horrible for her 2 year old brother and 7 month old baby brother!  and not to mention for rebekah and aaron.

please, please keep avery in your prayers.  i've never had shingles, but from what i've heard, they can be extremely painful.  rebekah is one of the most patient people i know.  but i know that this has to be stressing her out.  so if you will be so kind, please keep them in your prayers.  or happy thoughts.  any small act of kindness would be greatly appreciated.

i hope you all have great days.  i'm hoping for a warm one.  i'm tired of this cold.