On Thursday i hit my 32 week mark, 8 months pregnant. Sometimes i have no idea where the time goes. I had a slight reality check a few days ago when i realized that i only have 8 weeks to go until its baby time. Two months, eight weeks, fifty-six days. I knew what i was getting myself into when i got pregnant but now that its down to the wire i'm feeling a little panicky. Maybe its the hormones (which have definitely kicked into high gear nowadays...i bawled my eyes out over ruined waffles), that are making me feel anxious and overwhelmed. But i feel like i have a million things to do and to prepare before this little girl gets here and only 8 weeks to get it done. I'm sure this feeling will wear off soon enough and i'll be begging for her to get here.
Other than that, i'm just experiencing the joys of the third trimester. Back aches, sleepless nights, and watching my belly contort in weird shapes as the baby moves.
Here is my 32 week picture
Its weird to think the last time i wore this green shirt in a picture was when i was 15 weeks pregnant. My how things have changed. I thought i was "showing" then... now i look at that picture and think i look so skinny. Not to mention that now my butt is producing its own baby bump... so nice.32 weeks down, 8 more to go.