35 Weeks

This week's new business: contractions...and lots of them. Fortunately, I hardly notice them. But if you happen to rub or poke my belly, it is about as hard as your chin. And they seem to make little baby Suggs uncomfortable because he doesn't move while they are going on. But if my home was collapsing all around me, I can't say I would move much either. All of the pregnancy books and my doctor seem to agree: the old uterus muscle is flexing and getting ready for the big day (ETA: 5 weeks! This is the last week of the 8th month!). Nothing like a little bit of exercise to help get in shape, right? I've never been one to turn down exercise.

Hopefully the "real" contractions are just as "enjoyable" as the Braxton Hicks ones!!! A girl can dream, can't she?

We are getting so excited to meet our little one. I think Grizzly must be excited too, because he occasionally stubs his nose on my belly (or else he needs glasses), and Peanut seems to be excited as well because I wake up in the middle of the night and she is sleeping on my belly (like it doesn't weigh enough on its own). Either that, or she just likes the heat this little inferno gives off. I, myself, am not a huge fan of either behavior, and I have woken up to Jeremiah shoving Peanut off of me (she has always loved to snuggle) as she fights to keep her place atop the strange mountian that her mom has become, but they are just figuring things out. Maybe they have caught some of our excitement!