36 Weeks

Once again, we're getting to hack away at another week. In fact, I only have 24 days until Johanna's arrival/departure(or whatever the case may be). Can you tell I'm ready to be finished? But what pregnant woman isn't ready to be finished at this point? I don't remember feeling this done when I was pregnant with Clayton, but that might be one of those things you forget about.

I guess all in all, physically I'm still doing pretty well. I have an OB appointment on Thursday, so we'll know for sure then. And as an added bonus, I get to have another ultrasound. I haven't had one since 24 weeks, so I'm kinda excited about that.

The only thing going on that really bothers me is feet and ankle are swelling. I know this is completely normal and to be expected at this point in any pregnancy. But for some reason this completely freaks me out. I do not like for my feet and ankles to swell. Everything else I can deal with pretty well, but this just really bothers me. Chad does the ankle inspection every evening(all the while laughing like a hyena at my neuroses). I don't think I can use words to explain how much this bothers me. I just don't like it. I've resorted to wearing mostly long pants(it is October, so that's OK) to hide my elephantitis(not really, but it seems like it to me).

OK, that's enough strange freaking out on my part. I'm sure when you decided to check in today, you so longed to read about swelling.

And on a totally random note. Clayton did pretty well in his medium boy bed(it's a toddler bed, so I don't think it qualifies as a big boy bed) last night. He didn't get up any. However, when I was awakened at 2am by another late pregnancy woe I decided to check in on him. He was asleep on the floor, all rolled up in his Scooby Doo blanket. After I controlled my giggling, I picked him up, and put him back in his bed. How he managed to roll out of the bed, with his covers, and not wake up is beyond me.