I will never take for granted how long it took us to get to this point. I am 35 weeks pregnant and getting to a point of being so uncomfortable, I just want to deliver. Between the worst heartburn ever and feeling like baby is about to fall out of my uterus, I am inching towards the finish line. I feel like I'm actually crawling, on my hands and knees, just trying to get there with my sanity intact. I have never eaten so many Tums in my life nor taken so much Zantac, but I remember that this all passes once the baby arrives. Then we move into sleep deprivation and a vagina that feels like it's on fire after delivering a giant baby to the world. Though my friend recently just delivered a boy that was quite large via c-section and I was like...... wooahhhhh, no thanks. Charlie was almost 9 pounds when she was born and I'm hoping for something similar in nature this go-round. We went to the zoo for Mother's Day and I did a decent(ish) job of keeping up with the others an