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36 weeks and just kinda... hangin' out

Waiting for little miss to join us earthside. I was at 3cm at my appointment on Monday and have had some contractions here and there but this little peanut is not done cookin' and has decided to hang out in utero just a bit longer. I won't lie, I'm ready. The reflux makes me want to cry as it makes me throw up at times. There isn't much room left in there for her as she continues to grow; the kicks and punches are now extra fun as her legs reach under my ribs. The doctor said she's measuring large; I have a third-trimester growth ultrasound scheduled for Thursday to see how big she actually is; I almost don't even want to know, but I do want to see that smushy baby. I am hopeful that I don't need the ultrasound (because I've had the baby) but know that it's best to let her continue to marinate... I won't rush her but I also won't be sad if she shows up tonight, just sayin'. Big sister is also very excited to meet the littlest homie. Charlie has been up north with Nana & Papa this weekend and I have missed her somethin' fierce! I can't wait to hear her chatter about the weekend!! It was great to have time for just Porch & I for sure, but even walking through Home Depot felt weird without Charlie. I went to Target to wander (because I could) and I felt very "meh" about it. I miss my partner in shopping! ;)

Hope you are all having a great weekend & enjoying the weather - it's been gorgeous here. It's supposed to rain tomorrow but we've got plenty to do inside that will keep us busy!

xo
Mama Porch
not so patiently waiting....
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