So after 39 weeks of being pretty darn good, I thought I was free and clear....
Then tonight when I got up off the couch I looked down and saw the fattest feet and cankles.
Those are not my feet. Those cannot be my feet.
Literally, in an hour my feet went from being my feet to being chubby, cankles with pitting edema. What the?
Add that to the feeling that the baby has dropped (so much more pressure) but him simultaneously hanging out in my diaphragm/ribs and I have started to be somewhat uncomfortable. Can't complain too much eh? 39 weeks was a good stretch.
Shawn doesn't feel too bad for me. He's just excited because he thinks this means the baby is coming soon.
Number one reason why I'm feeling better:
Our house is 85% unpacked!
We were quite efficient on Saturday, thanks to my mum and sister. Tuesday we will set up the baby's room and maybe actually make the official move-in-date Wednesday. Cross your fingers, we just might be ready for this baby to come after all!
|We bought this table for our basement suite in Saskatoon|
and it was perfect for the tiny lil space.
We set it up in our new home and man does it look
funny, it's soooo little for the large amount of space we have.
I loooooove how much space we have!