Thirty-Two.
I feel huge.
A stranger asked when I was due. When I said, she commented on how huge I was (thanks) and then asked if there was two in there. This seems to be a common conversation pregnant ladies have near the end. Can we just agree to not say that to pregnant ladies? I need a t-shirt that says “Yes I’m huge. No, there’s only one in there.” So now when people ask, I just say “Soon!” I get less shocked faces that way.
Tomorrow is my first baby shower, and I’m pretty dang excited. I made a dress, special for the occasion. I’m kind of tempted to make a pink bow for around Minnie’s neck, but I think she’ll just eat it.
In other news…we finished our home reno, I cancelled my last jazz concert (I’m no longer in the mood to stand and perform for 2 hours, and I realized it was 3 weeks from my due date) and the nursery is almost completed. It’s been insanely busy and I can’t believe how little time there is left.
I’m having a baby next month!
*note* Technically, this is 33 weeks. But our house was in shambles when I was at 32 weeks and I couldn’t take my picture. I couldn’t bear to see the increments move in an uneven amount…so I call this 32 weeks. So there.