36 down, 4 to go!

It's hard to get off the couch. If you've ever been 36+ weeks pregnant you know exactly what I'm talking about. I feel like a lazy slob, but if I can avoid getting off the couch once I'm sitting there, I will. No more hopping up because I forgot to grab my water bottle. The water bottle will either stay where it is until I have to use the restroom for the 10th time that evening, or I'll solicit the help of my agile husband to grab it for me. Usually it's the latter. This also goes for things that are outside of my reach which pretty much includes everything these days. Lest you think I sit around like 3rd base and do nothing, I do get up and get things done it's just that when my rump finds the couch at the end of the day it generally does not like to move. Oh, I need a tissue. "Honey...?"

36 weeks today and here is the obligatory picture. I just realized that I haven't taken a belly picture since week 31. Oops. That's probably as long as it's been since I filled out my pregnancy journal, too. My belly button is making its great escape slowly but surely.

So I've talked about how badly I'm retaining water. I won't go in to that again, don't worry - I just have to brag on my sweet husband. The other night he put the end of our bed up on car stands so that my feet would be elevated while I slept. He thought of it himself and I was very impressed and touched, especially considering what he's given up so far in the sleeping depeartment. His wife has a body pillow the size of 2 grown men, plus she sleeps with the fan blowing directly on her and if it's directly on her it's probably blowing on him, too. Now he gets a blood rush to the head every time he goes to bed. What a guy.
Tonight while D was grilling out hot dogs (for him) and a hamburger (for me), I went downstairs to try to get a picture of the freshly painted french doors in the entertainment room. It was too bright outside to get a good picture, so I walked out on to the porch and took some pictures. The first is of D watering the flowers...uh, I mean "the jungle". Then I thought that the white flowers were so pretty with the water on them that I took a few pictures.

Amelia has been moving like crazy tonight. D put his hand on my belly and she practically kung fu'd it several times...he was pretty amazed. Apparently she weighs around 6 pounds now and is 18" long. We go in for an ultrasound on Monday so we'll know more then about how big she is, hopefully.

I called my doctor's office today because when I told my dad last night about my feet turning purple he made me promise to call. So, I did. My doctor wants me to stay home tomorrow where I can put my feet up and hopefully alleviate the swelling. My feet/hands/face have been swollen for a while, but the last few days we've been having 85 - 90 ° weather which doesn't help water retention.

I'm exhausted so I'm going to head to bed. I promise the shower post is coming soon. This weekend I have to organize Amelia's room and start washing clothes. We have some friends who are having a barbecue for us at our house on Sunday afternoon and part of the reason it's here is so everyone can see the nursery. I wish it was more "done", but it's not. Oh well.

Have a great weekend!