In the blink of an eye (or a very long 9 months), Baby Beni and I have made it full-term – I’m finally 39 weeks pregnant, to be exact! At this point I have a free-loading baby on my hands in my uterus and I’m just waiting for him/her to decide the time is right to make an appearance.

Similar to my last pregnancy, it’s become quite apparent that I’m nearing the end of this pregnancy journey, because:

• Climbing the stairs has become a tiring activity.
• I walk slooooooowly.
• My maternity shirts are too short.
• Strangers look alarmed when they see me walking around (but I’ve also gotten quite a few compliments and those make my day, because I am not feeling like a cute pregnant lady these days).
• I have a bit of swelling in my hands and ankles/feet.
• I’m starting to take naps. (Generally I don’t take naps. Ever. Even when I was taking care of newborn Clara.)
• I am severely lacking in motivation to do just about anything.
• I can’t see my feet.
• I’ve lost my appetite and cravings.
• I’m waking up multiple times at night to pee.
• The Braxton Hicks contractions are nonstop.
• Baby Beni’s movements are still constant but they aren’t as big (usually) because (s)he has run out of space in there.
• Tim has started laughing every time he sees my belly.

I could have 3 more weeks of pregnancy to go (I’m kindly requesting Baby Beni not take longer than 42 weeks to get here!) or I could have just a few hours… which is crazy to think about! Honestly, I went 10 days past my due date with Clara so I’m anticipating still having quite a bit of time to ‘enjoy’ being pregnant, and I’m going to do the best I can at distracting myself during this time!

Wish us luck! (And prepare yourself to read pregnancy-related posts until this baby exits my womb. It’s kind of consuming my thoughts right now.)