Here I am, 32 weeks and a few days.

So I’ve got about 7 more weeks and I’m still feeling great. However, the little Braxton Hicks contractions are coming more and more often and this baby is kicking and squirming around like crazy. I still have lots of energy, but man oh man, I’m still known to hit the couch on days Miles decides to nap. (Thank GOD I have a 3 year old that still naps. Let that PLEASE stick around for the newborn days!)

I’m still nesting and still need to pull all the little things together for Miles’ room and the nursery. I’m so ADD and scatterbrained lately (more than usual) that it’s been really hard to focus. Oh, and of course these final projects need about 16 trips to the craft and fabric store, not an easy place to get to with a 3 year old AND when you need to hit the ladies room every 17 minutes. My OB asked me if we had any fun plans for the summer and I about laughed out loud. My first thought was, “Fun?! There’s no time for fun when there’s so much to do!” When I realized that was my first thought I knew I needed to chill a bit. So wish me luck that I can wrap things up here pretty soon so we can feel like we can relax a bit before everything goes crazy when the baby comes. Thankfully we have been taking time every day to just have fun with our little guy in simple ways here at home and around town.

John took lots of pics of me with my belly so I thought I would make a little collage mixing the pics up with things going on during the 32nd week. BTW, how freaky looking is that twirling dance photo? My torso looks like it goes forever!

So my other thoughts (mostly fears) that I have are the following:

-I really love being pregnant. I find that people are smiling at me for seemingly no reason and asking about the baby, which is really fun. (The negative comments from strangers about not finding out the sex and having a summer baby have thankfully diminished. Yippee!) I’m so thankful that my body is allowing me to enjoy this precious time. I just want to cherish it as much as I can because who knows, it may be my last time to be pregnant.

-OMG, how am I going to handle TWO kids at the same time? I’m kind of scared. It doesn’t help that ever since my friends started having kids ten years ago I’ve always heard that the transition from 1-2 is the hardest, so that’s psyching me out.

-Please God, let us have our awesome OB when it comes time for us deliver. We got the crap shoot (pun totally intended) of on-call docs when Miles was born and that was not cool. So cross your fingers we get our wonderful doc we love and trust when the day (or night) comes.

-My recovery from Miles’ birth was really hard. It was a pain filled, ER visiting, sickness filled 8 weeks, at the least. There’s a part of me that is terrified that the next time will be the same way, but at the same time, I KNOW it has to be better. Of course, for as hard as it was on my body, Miles was a DREAM, so as much as I am hoping for a smoother birth, I wouldn’t mind going through all that drama to have another laid back little guy or girl like Miles was. I’ve been working on meditating about just chilling out this time and manifesting a much smoother, calmer and healthier recovery. Of course I’m trying to do this without holding on too tightly to a specific outcome. I know when I was pregnant with Miles I held on very tightly to a natural birth and perhaps that’s why everything ended up being the opposite of that. So again, I’m trying my hardest to chill, not the easiest thing for a pregnant woman to do.

-When will this feel REAL to me? I opened up a package of newborn diapers the other day and they blew me away at how TINY they are! Holy smokes, I can’t believe the baby is going to be that teeny tiny! When I am able to really think about how little the baby is and that he or she is coming here in about a month and a half, I really do get so excited to meet this little person and finally get to know them. Without knowing the sex, it’s been really hard for me to process that this is really real. I just keep wondering, who is this precious little soul? I’m just so excited to finally meet him or her.

-I really am starting to enjoy not knowing the sex. I’m FINALLY on board and have gotten over not knowing the pink or blue of it. So thank you John for making me wait this one out. It’s going to be an amazing moment and I can’t wait to share that with John!

So, since this is a chick chat and I get to babble on about clothes, I have to mention that that skirt is from 2006 from when I was newly pregnant with Miles. (Flipping through a photo album today I just realized that I’m wearing the same flip flops since 2006 as well, so I REALLY need to get out and do some shopping!) Back to the skirt, I do believe it was ahead of it’s time. I am in LOVE with it. (I had forgotten all about it and did the happiest dance ever when I rediscovered it and it’s nice stretchy waist band.) That tank is actually a short tank dress from H&M that goes down to my mid-thigh. I just scrunch up around my hips. H&M is a long torso girl’s dream store. The only thing maternity on me is the white tissue tank under the blue one from Gap Maternity. I’ve always wanted to be pregnant during the summer because of this outfit exactly. It was awful trying to cram an 8 month pregnant body into jeans and sweaters when I was pregnant with Miles. So I’m thrilled to be able to dress lighter this time around. Be glad you aren’t my neighbor because you should see the bikini I sport in the backyard with Miles! (So comfy though!)

Clearly, all this writing is for me, so I’m going to shush now. I need to go make dinner. Man, WHERE did the afternoon go? Thanks for reading my babbling chick chat!!