9.15.2014

Since it's been almost nine months since my last pregnancy post...

I'm pretty bummed with myself at my awful documentation of this pregnancy. I documented everything in the last three, but having my side business has meant that when I do have free time where I actually have energy to do something, it's been spent completing orders, finishing up the website or, the last few weeks, nesting like a crazy person. Which is why my blog has been pathetically quiet for the past year.

So since my due date is a couple days away, shall we revisit the past nine months in fast motion?

8  weeks:



9 weeks:




















10 weeks:




















11 weeks (Waaaaah, I miss my hair!):







































17 weeks (embrace messy hair, right?):




















18 weeks:




















19 weeks:




















20 weeks:




















And then we found out what we were having!




















21 weeks (I chopped off all my hair...and totally please pretend this picture wasn't in my messy closet):




















22 weeks:




















23 weeks:




















24 weeks:




















25 weeks:




















(and then I guess I forgot to document for a loooong time...) 32 weeks:




















33 weeks:




















35 weeks (That mirror is SO gross, I know. Don't worry, nesting kicked in and it's clean now.):

























37 weeks:




















38 weeks:




















And now we're in week 39 and a few days from my due date! This pregnancy has somehow simultaneously gone by in slow motion AND at the speed of light. I have no idea how that's even possible, but it has. The first trimester was so. hard. Morning sickness had me laid up in bed for close to twelve weeks. I seriously couldn't function. The second trimester was fine, but definitely the worst of any of them. Everything about this fourth pregnancy has been tougher than the others (except for the pregnancy depression which seems to only hit me with my boys, so that's a huge plus! None of that this time!). The pain is way worse than ever before. For the first time ever, I've actually had some (minor) swelling and I WADDLE. Seriously. The fatigue? Out of this world. I'm not a napper but the past few weeks I've been randomly falling asleep in the afternoon. But then nighttime hits and I can't get comfy, contractions bad enough to keep me awake but not bad enough to be labor hit, I end up in the bath or eating cereal at 2:00 a.m. and beg God to just bring her out. But the realistic side of me who remembers how much work those first few weeks are is content to let her squirm around in my belly for just a little longer.

I'm so excited to bring her into the world just like Landon - in our dark, quiet bedroom, right into her daddy's hands in her own home.