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...of 36 weeks

I had a bit of a freak out last night when I realized that I will be going through the delivery and (more significantly to me) the recovery process with another baby in four weeks or less. It was only a bit of a freak out, because I then realized that I wouldn't be pregnant anymore and I figured it was best to get her out. I'm getting more and more uncomfortable and less and less able to do things. Quinn has been doing so much and I feel so blessed. I'm basically on a self imposed couch rest when he gets home, because I'm so overwhelmed by contractions and skin bursting karate kicks and back-pain while simultaneously taking care of Abram all day and (maybe) cooking dinner that the only place I can/want to be in the evenings is the couch.

Quinn and I are still healthy and Abram's bumps are getting better, so we should be all recovered by the time she arrives.

The next picture (and last picture) I took when I was pregnant with Abram was at 38 weeks, so there's no comparison photo this week. Here are Selah and I today... on the verge of 36 weeks.

We have the 36 week appointment on Wednesday with the last ultrasound (haven't had one in awhile) and the progress check. We should have a better idea as to whether she might be coming earlier rather than later, but there's no definitive way to tell. But I'll update with any significant news in a few days.

Very long and tiring day because of little sleep last night and a very active boy (and girl) today. So that's it. Quinn should be home any minute. I can't wait :)
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  1. Jason and EricaApril 5, 2012 at 4:27 PM

    You are lovely, Anaka. Congratulations and thanks for sharing! I love the photos you took and really appreciate you letting us all journey with you! Praying the delivery and recovery process are blessed for you!!

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