2 more weeks! .... maybe.

I'm officially 38 weeks pregnant today. Someone asked me today if the time and this pregnancy has just flown by. Honestly? No. It's crawled, and I imagine it will continue to crawl until the day our little Brittney arrives. I feel a little guilty about this, but I really don't think being pregnant is any fun, and I've probably had the easiest pregnancy in the history of pregnancies. No swelling. No trouble sleeping or eating. No problem shaving my legs. No blood sugar problems, or any other lab-work problems for that matter. Sure, I have stretch marks (everywhere!), but they don't hurt and they'll fade. I've gained exactly the right amount of weight. At 38 weeks, I'm still up on my feet going shopping, spending time with friends, going to the pool.... believe it or not, I can still touch my toes! It's a little awkward getting out of bed in the morning, but really that's no big deal. And I've only had a handful of emotional breakdowns, none of which have caused my dear husband to run to his man cave! I'm grateful for such an easy time, I'm just getting anxious for her arrival and for some semblance of control over my body again. We've been very blessed!

Andy has even taking this whole pregnancy thing very well. He's taken to calling my hormonal weepy moments my "allergies." He'll catch me crying over a new stretch mark and ask, "Are your allergies acting up today?" He's been a really good sport.

He even went with me to Prepared Childbirth classes at our hospital, classes we've decided not to go back to. The lady teaching the class is also the lactation consultant at the hospital, and she's a little too much of a "natural-hippie-give-birth-in-the-recliner-at-home-and-nurse-until-preschool" kind of woman. During the class we had to practice breathing, and she had the mothers and partners sit face to face, 3 inches apart, going "hee-hee-hee-hoooooooo" in each other's faces. Andy and I had Mexican for dinner, so that was a less than relaxing experience. Besides, why does he have to breath like that? That's just weird. Then, we watched a video of a woman giving birth, and she was COMPLETELY NAKED! Yup... head to toe, bare all, nude... and squishing out a child. Andy's only comment was, "do you have to be naked?" when I told him no, he asked, "Can I be naked?" That's why I love my husband! Honestly, as disruptive as we were, she'll probably be glad when we don't show up tonight. I don't really think I need classes to have a kid anyways... evolution pretty much took care of that.