A little doseof the 5 week perspective

35 weeks today!

This baby boy is approximately 18 or more inches long, and weighs upwards of 5-5.5 or so pounds already, and he's just gonna get BIGGER! I decided that today I'm going to just write, instead of listing everything out.

Danny and I are getting more impatient (well, I'M getting more impatient) for this boy to make his official debut. I can hardly wait to be done with the uncomfortable part of pregnancy; the whole feeling like a whale thing and whatnot. My ribs ache and I don't sleep well. I watch the inevitable stretch marks with a helplessness you can't understand until you have them and they just keep appearing...I've gotten to the point that people who haven't seen me for a while ask me how much longer I have and I say 5 weeks and they reply, "Oh, I thought it was less than that." Hahaha! I wish! All in all, yesterday, I was having quite the dose of the pregnancy blues...

But then I get a dose of what I'm going to call the 5 week perspective, and I realize I'm extremely blessed.

I say this because I talked recently with a friend who is due about a month after me and I realize I do NOT wish he would come early. Because he could be too early, and have potential health problems. Or I could have the added trial of having been in the hospital 4-5 times in my 2nd/3rd trimester for preterm labor contractions, 2-3 times in the last 2 days alone. I could be 8-10 weeks away from my due date and be told by doctors that I wasn't going to be able to sustain the pregnancy more than a week or 2. If that. I could be on bedrest instead of moving about and keeping busy to help things go by faster.

Yes. I am very fortunate indeed.

I've been blessed to have been able to go through this entire pregnancy feeling, overall, quite fantastic. I've been able to do a lot this summer, between teaching swimming lessons, decorating the baby room, and general house cleaning.

I haven't had difficulty gaining weight, and I've been able to gain weight healthily. Until a week or so ago, I was feeling pretty itty bitty as far as pregnant tummies go, and by all accounts, I still am a pretty small pregnant gal.

I feel this baby move constantly, and he and I are both doing wonderfully well since last weeks' appointment.

I have a beautiful home to live in, and the luxury of a husband with a job sufficient that I won't have to return to work after the baby is born. I have wonderful family and friends who take care of me, and who help me in so many ways, and will continue to help me after the baby is born.

My life is pretty amazing, and it's extremely selfish of me to think I have such a hard time of it, when it could be so much harder. Yes pregnancy is difficult at times, and labor still scares the heck out of me. But I'm healthy, the baby is healthy, Danny is healthy, and our due date is just getting closer. Time to jump off my own pity-train and find someone else who needs help and support more than I do. Because I can still help others, and do things for them that they can't do for themselves.