35 weeks. or, I live at the doctor's office now.

A fetal monitor on the surface of planet belly

35 weeks today, and all is well. Going to the doc office twice a week seems a bit much, but the kid must be monitored since I'm on a low dose of medicine for the GD. The fetal monitoring can take as little as 20 minutes to get a reading they need, but yesterday they left me in there for over an hour because they "forgot about me". Considering they "forget about me" a lot (I think they really just overbook patients), I'm perpetually late to work on doctor visit days. It puts me way behind for the rest of the day and stresses me out, but I'm trying to chill a bit because I know that I can't control these things. Also, when the kid is here my time will be even less my own, so I really need to let go of some of that need to control everything around me. Shit happens, and I best learn to deal with it.

We managed to clear out the home office to make way for a little nursery, and this has made me feel way better. We were not able to get things accomplished for so long that I was worried the kid would have to sleep in a laundry basket at the end of our bed or something. Now he (almost) has his own space that's clean, tidy and baby-friendly. Ken's kind and generous parents even purchased Luka a crib as a gift, along with a play yard. So nice! I'll post some pictures once we have the room all finished. Tomorrow is our baby shower too, so that should be lots of fun.

Let's see- what have I accomplished this week? I scheduled a breastfeeding class for the week after next, I turned in our pre-admission paperwork for the hospital, and we chose our pediatrician. Things are falling into place, it seems. But do I feel ready for Luka's arrival? Not just yet. But soon, buddy. Soon enough.