Adventures in Pregnancy: 32 Weeks

32 Weeks8 months! Well, 8 months out of 10 (40 weeks), so we still have some time to go. I was thinking today about whether or not I can believe I’m this far, and I really can. I feel like I have been really present for every stage of this pregnancy, and I’m grateful for that. And grateful for this long span of feeling really good! Our little friend is rocking and rolling all the time in there, but he is not yet in my ribcage, so I am savoring that. He gives me a good punch every now and again, but I really can’t complain. I love feeling him move and knowing he is healthy and growing. At our latest appointment his heartbeat was as strong as ever, and my iron levels and weight gain were good. Icing on the cake. But not literally, ha!

I am still sleeping pretty well, but have to get up more in the night (and I’m sure the number of bathroom trips will only increase from here!) I also get so hot when I’m lying down. It’s not even that hot here yet, but even with the air conditioner on, I can’t sleep without a fan blasting me in the face.  And that fan is so glorious!

I have pretty much transitioned from walking outside to walking on the treadmill at the gym, which is not as pretty, but given that I need to use the ladies’ every 15 minutes or so…it’s awesome. I am slowly working my way through the entire catalog of my iPod on Shuffle. Only 4,000 songs to go! So I am thinking I am should be covered for the next 8 weeks.

The nursery is starting to come together–we still need to move the furniture around, but we have most of the big things, and that feels good. I am sewing away on the baby’s quilt too, and loving watching it come together.

32 WeeksI think it is pretty safe to say I am firmly in nesting territory. Guess what I did this weekend? Took everything out of the kitchen cabinets and painstakingly reorganized it. Totally normal pregnant lady behavior, yeah? I feel like there’s been a mental shift in the last few weeks: I am now really focusing on preparing for labor. I’m reading all our childbirth books, working on a birth plan, and starting to shift into this empowering mantra: “I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.” I am actively trying to replace fear with confidence, and I am not feeling too scared right now. I mostly feel *excited.* Excited to meet our baby, excited to have this incredible experience. I don’t mean to deny the pain of labor at all–but I am pretty sure that never again will pain feel so productive, or have such a happy outcome. And that feels like something pretty amazing to look forward to.

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