friar tuck {37 weeks}

there is no more room at the inn.
i'm not talking about my house.
i'm talking about my stomach.
there is just nowhere else for anything to go.
there is no room for food.
there is no room for anything in my lap.
except the belly in my lap.
and too big of a drink of water can be downright uncomfortable.
i even got stuck on brennan's bed last night and had no way to get off.
i envisioned a graceful roll off the side like something from mission impossible.
well, let's just say it wasn't.
sean has given me the nickname "friar tuck."
but not in a mean way.
in a cute way.
if you know him,
you know what i mean.
i adore it.
he said i "friar tuck'ed" him at the bathroom sink.
we both laughed.
i MAY have almost peed my pants.
i had to watch robin hood with brennan to really get what he was talking about.
just watch the opening credits.
you'll get it.
and then you'll laugh too.
just know,
i was in a do or die teeth brushing situation,
and he was in the way.
desperate times call for desperate measures.
so get OUT the way:)
i knocked over a small child during nursery at church yesterday with my belly as well.
i didn't know he was there.
i turned right,
he flew back.
straight onto his back.
he didn't know what hit him.
but i did.
it was my belly.
and i MAY have giggled before i asked if he was ok.
he was ok.
in case you were wondering.
i am now officially "pregnant."
by this i mean that in my mind i have officially reached the point where i can use any and every claim to pregnancy b/c i'm not just halfway there, kind of showing, or almost to the end,
i'm just plain there.
friar tuck belly and all.
37 full term weeks.
the turkey button has popped.
the skinny lady is singing.
{i say skinny b/c in no way should the word "fat" ever be used when talking about a pregnant person or in reference to anything pregnant.}
it's just downright wrong.
so i'm going with skinny lady.
you get what i'm saying.
i know you do.
i love that people open doors for me.
look at me with adoring eyes.
and really care about how i'm feeling.
man, i wish that would last after the baby is born.
my sleep is interrupted by braxton hicks and painful contractions that never happened with my other two.
i wake up to them taking my breath away,
wait for them to stop,
and nod back off to sleep.
this happens a lot.
all night.
but some nights it happens less.
there is no rolling over in my sleep.
i have to wake up to hoist myself into another direction.
and i must change directions.
the burning skin belt at the top of my belly requires it.
i must also lay with the top arm slightly back to keep my shoulders in a good posture.
otherwise the burning skin belt will also wake me up.
throbbing from hunching forward.
it's a fine tuned process.
for which i am very proud.
two 4 hour chunks of sleep at this point is definitely something to brag about.
sometimes a straight 6-8 if the braxton hicks aren't interfering.
thank you cold spring nights and open windows.
yet i still have to have at least a sheet to pull up over myself.
i don't make the rules.
this is just how i sleep.
pregnant or not.
my legs feel like i've run a marathon at all times.
if i have to bend for something there is no guarantee that i'm coming back from it.
bend at your own risk.
this is what i think.
every time i take the risk.
i'm never cold.
unless it's 60* in our bedroom it's too hot.
i had an anxiety attack on saturday b/c sean put the bassinet together,
and i realized that we were going to put a baby in it in two weeks.
and that i was going to have three kids.
and i felt happy, excited, anxious, and sad all at once.
weird how that happens.
i can't wait to see if he is going to look like brennan.
if he will have the same nose as brennan and max.
if he will be over 9lbs like brennan or smaller like max.
if he will have hair.
or be bald.
if his eyes will be brown.
or blue.
or green.
eventually.
if he will be healthy.
if he will be long.
b/c i've really been feeling like he is long.
i'm there.
and everything's going to change.
even though i can't imagine how.
b/c it just feels like i have a friar tuck belly.
and a body that doesn't get around very well.
and a stomach that moves every 3 hours or so.
there's a baby in there!
a real live baby in there!
under that ball on my belly.
with his head down and his bum up.
feet in my ribs.
real live baby in there.
that will be out in two weeks.
like he matriculated from thin air,
but he didn't b/c he's in there.
right now.
just letting me carry him around all day.
utterly and abstractly amazing.
let the countdown begin.