maternity photo shoot // 35 weeks

My best friend, Rachelle texted me the other day and offered to take pictures of me! I was so glad she offered because I've been wanting some maternity pictures, but can't afford it. Rachelle is not a professional photographer, but she has a really good eye for taking pictures and on top of that, I felt SO comfortable around her that it made posing so natural and easy. 

Look at how good the pictures turned out! I can't stop looking at them! 

Hahaha!

35 weeks pregnant
I grunt a lot. I can help it. But I choose to grunt because people need to know that moving is not easy for me anymore.
I have gestational diabetes
I had an ultrasound last week to see if my placenta was still an issue or if it fixed itself. Good news-it fixed itself and now I don't need to worry about it anymore! Had it been an issue, I would have had to get a c-section. Seeing my baby girl again was wonderful. She was measured at about 4 pounds last week which means she might be about 5 now.
Baby girl kicks SO much. And I love it every single time. Okay, fine. Almost every single time. Sometimes I push her foot down and say, "Whoa baby! Not right now!" haha
Bending over is a pain-literally. This is where the grunting comes in.
Ammon and I toured the hospital last week. It was an incredible experience. I started tearing up in the delivery room when the nurse was talking about skin-to-skin. Every time I picture holding that little bundle of joy, feelings of amazement and elation flood into my heart.
I am getting up in the middle of the night to go pee.
I am running and bumping into things ALL THE TIME! Including my students. My poor students! They'll be hard at work in their desk and then I'll walk by to see if they're on task and bam! My stomach knocks them in the back or even sometimes in the head! I always tell them it's the baby's fault and then they forgive me.
Waking up is exhausting. When I wake up, I feel achy and yucky all over.
I had a dream the other night that I was having contractions. But then when I got to the hospital they stopped. And then when I was about to leave the hospital, they started up again. The dream ended before anything truly exciting happened. Bummer.
I am starting to think that 9 months is the perfect amount for a pregnancy. At 5 months, I was too scared to have her. Now... I just want her out and I am willing to go through any pain to do it. For me to say that is a big deal because I am really wimpy when it comes to pain.

5 more weeks!! Can you believe it? I can't. No wait, yes I can. This pregnancy thing has been going on long enough!