37 Weeks

Remember when I took a picture of my belly each week?

That hasn't happened in two years. 

I am seriously sad that I haven't documented this pregnancy as much as Reese's, but I figure it's par for the course. I'm a bit busier, a bit more tired, and a bit more distracted. Oh, and I have something else way cuter to take pictures of than myself. Reese dances around, and I just point the camera at her. Don't get me wrong, little fella. You are PRECIOUS, but I'm hardly ever looking fancy enough to match your cuteness. This picture below? After a play date in the 95 degree heat and a crazy meltdown-infused trip to the Neighborhood Market with Big Sister, I sat down to eat my dessert when she went down for her nap, and I thought to myself I should take a picture. Wes' t-shirt and my old Gap yoga capris. Hair pulled up, no make-up. 37 weeks. 

But here's a little update to go along with the picture.

I'm really feeling good but not great like I did with Reese. I was 100% comfortable with her until my water broke the day after my due date. For real. This time around I find myself tossing and turning much more at night and waking up several times with sore hips. I finally just slept on my back last night for a long stretch, and that helped. Reese LOVES babies and wants to "hold it" any time she sees a real life one. Sorry, Charlie and Rooney. She wants to hold you all the time. I'm praying this love and fascination will continue with her own baby brother. I found out the other day that I am indeed Group B Strep positive. If you were around two years ago, you may remember that Reese was born with this infection and stayed in the NICU for 12 days. I had tested negative and didn't receive antibiotics during labor, and sweet Reese arrived and delivered me the most emotional 72 hours plus of my life. We are praying against this infection and praying that I'll labor long enough to get the four hours of antibiotics in before Baby Boy arrives. I'll be talking to my doctor next week about the results and if she has any specific thoughts or recommendations. 

I honestly am getting more excited about this baby boy every day. I have lots of thoughts and questions about what he will be like daily, and I trust that the Lord is keeping Him in the palm of His Hand. What a great promise.  

Well, here's to 37 weeks!