Belly Shots - Week 37

5th Anniversary

It has been 5 years since I married my husband. We met 10 years ago. We were just kids - 21 years old. Like any couple, we've had our ups and downs, but overall things have been really good. I hope that continues once the Peanut is born. I think the secret to a good relationship is actually pretty obvious - communicate! We are both good at that. And, as cliche as it sounds, Ben is truly my best friend. I don't know what I would do without him! He always knows the right looks to give me to make me realize when I am worrying about something silly. Also, he can always make me laugh even when I am trying so. hard. to stay mad.

Here is an example of one of our conversations:

The time: 2 a.m.
The place: bed. I am awake because I am 36 weeks pregnant and do not sleep through the night.
The Question: Are we going to be good parents? I am worried that we aren't. (Because this is the kind of thing I think about at 2 a.m.
The response: "Well, plenty of people stupider than us have managed to raise children. I think we'll be fine. Good night."

Okay then.

Happy anniversary!

Week 37

I feel huge. My hips ache. My ankles are perpetually swollen. I can't sleep for more than a few hours at a time. I find it very hard to focus at work. But yet...I am not ready for the Peanut to be born. As much as I'd like my body back (sort of, I'll be breastfeeding so it won't totally be mine), I know I can handle Peanut where he is. Safe in my belly. Now that we have the room ready, the spring cleaning done, and the car seat installed, there is not much for me to do except obsess over how I am possibly going to handle caring for this little, fragile being.

I know it will be fine. We'll figure it out. And I can't wait to meet the little guy (or gal). But yet...

On a less scary note, how cute is the baby's room? Chelsea made the quilt, Christina and Amanda made the hippo and elephant...and as for the bright green dinosaur, well, Peanut has his/her Uncle Andy to thank for that.