35 weeks and an old shed...

My neighbor has the coolest old shed. I love looking at it when I'm out in my yard. It's the perfect shade of green and so worn and old. I love the old windows... I've been wanting to get a family belly shot in front of this shed and was starting to worry that I would have this baby before I got around to it! So on the 24th we had our friends Paul and Michelle up for dinner and we snapped  a few quick pictures in front of the shed. We might have to go back there once the baby is born and take some family pictures in front of it too... I love it that much!

 

This is the shot that I really wanted. Dad, mom with a big belly, and our cute little boy. He was a pretty good sport, but he really doesn't like posing for pictures right now.

He was supposed to be smiling in this one, but he was grossed out by the kissing or something...

Here we are... the boys look great! I look hot, huge, and miserable... but I sort of am. I have forgotten how hard the last few weeks of pregnancy are.

I'm now 35 weeks pregnant. I'm so happy to have made it this far! This pregnancy has been so interesting, there has been so much that has happened that I never expected. There seems to be a bit of drama each week that I just lay in bed at night and think, "did that really happen today?"

After that bout of "preterm who knows what" I'm feeling fine now. I'm still taking it pretty easy, but after next weekend I am planning on walking everyday, taking my raspberry leaf tea, you know... what women who are sick of being pregnant do to try and get the baby out! I know that he will be born when it's best for him and I am totally fine to have him be overdue. I'm sure that after all these shenanigans he probably will be overdue... cause that's just how things usually work out!

We had a crazy week this week... something that I totally wasn't expecting. I went in to see my doctor for my 35 week appointment and she told me that she doesn't think it's a good idea for me to deliver at the hospital I've been planning on delivering at and that she has privileges to. In the past couple of weeks they have put in place certain hospital policies that are going to make it really hard for women like me who want to have a VBAC be able to do that. Basically, unless I have a completely picture perfect labor and delivery, they will most likely make me have another C-section. So this means that at 35-36 weeks pregnant I need to find a doctor who will deliver me at a different hospital about 40 minutes away from where I live so that I can have a fair chance at having a VBAC. Seriously? I've been really upset about this. I love my doctor, I switched to her because she is the VBAC queen and I totally trust her and her techniques to help girls have good, successful vaginal births! But her hands are tied and she is in a really tough position now too. So we have a lot of work to do this next week, finding another great doctor who will take me on this late in my pregnancy so that I can try to have the type of birth that I would like to have. I'm grateful that my doctor has told me this and is helping me out with this... but it really stinks.

I'm just trying to stay calm and remind myself that in a few short weeks, we are going to have a little baby! One way or the other we are going to have a sweet little boy to bring home. We will be thrust into diapers, and nursing, and crazy sleep schedules... and all of this drama will be in the past. I've been trying to prepare myself and make everything happen just so, but I have to remember that I am not in complete control. I can do my best to be prepared, but I have to go with the flow and see how it all works out. The scripture, "If ye are prepared ye shall not fear" keeps running through my head. I have prepared myself as much as I possibly can... I need to relax and let things happen. So now I'm hoping that we are able to get everything arranged and set up with a new doctor before this baby comes! So no baby in the next week, or I might be delivering in a parking lot ;). (I really wouldn't do that... but I don't want to walk into a hospital hoping to have a VBAC and being forced to have a C-section).