I am ready

I am 34.4 weeks and as much as I know that little dude needs to cook a bit more, I am so ready to have him. I have turned into a moaning, complaining beast of a woman and the thought of 5 more weeks like this makes me shudder. Pregnancy with the twins was no piece of cake and had it's own issues but I think the Motrin until 34 weeks masked a lot of the discomforts. The discomfort has been more intense lately and has been added to with all the joys of my body getting ready to deliver him. Last week I worked three shifts in a row and was extremely busy. I am pretty sure I got dehydrated from it all because when I woke up Sunday I was pretty out of it and not feeling well at all. Monday morning I had an NST and while baby looked good I did have quite a few contractions. My OB let me go home to rest and push fluids instead of sending me to triage, which by the way, if I didn't have awesome insurance my last triage visit would have cost $5,000! So I have been trying to rest and drink water as best that I can. I must have caught a bug or ate something that was off because I was sick for a few days. When I went for my biophysical profile I ended up seeing my doctor too and he took me off of work for a few days to see if we can get me better. I do feel better so long as I don't walk around. I have another NST tomorrow so we will see what he says. I am following a message board of people due in September and it is so hard to see so many people delivering now. They are due at the beginning of September though so their baby's are technically term now. If I wasn't a NICU nurse I would be trying to do anything I could to encourage baby to come. But I know better.

Here's our little guy. He's pretty cute. I will say that I am excited to hold him and see what he really looks like. We aren't completely ready which somewhat stresses me out but Jake keeps reminding me that we have all the basics that we need so if he comes we are ok. He does not care if the house is clean. Very true. But it's hard when you are fighting the nesting urges. I find myself very restless. Now it's just a waiting game.