I’m 38 weeks pregnant.

Just to give you some perspective on this, here’s what I looked like at 19 weeks pregnant:

And wearing the exact same shirt today, at 38 weeks:

I know, right?

I had my 38-week OB appointment today, where I learned that Baby 2.0 is doing just fine and dandy, despite the discomfort she’s causing her mama. I’m apparently only dilated 1 centimeter. I said that was pretty discouraging, but then my OB reminded me that, “Fortunately, it’s not a predictor of anything, so it doesn’t really matter.”

Which I suppose is true, I was only at 2 cm when my water broke with Catie, and she showed up a few hours later. So, fine. I’ll try to be patient.

But I gotta say, I am so ready to:
a) meet this little girl, and
b) not be pregnant anymore.

I feel bad for whining because I know so many women would give anything to have a relatively uneventful full-term pregnancy. But the aches and pains are getting to me, as well as the million other things (not being able to walk upstairs without getting winded, the swollen ankles, the constant heartburn, not being able to sleep more than 2 hours without getting up to use the bathroom, etc.). So, yeah. I’m tired and everything hurts and I’m whiny about it.

It’s also really hard to remember that this is all going to be over soon. I’m now at the point where I’ve been pregnant for so long that it feels like “OMG I’m going to be pregnant foreeeeeever!!!” Maintaining perspective is a challenge. I try to keep reminding myself that I have two weeks left at the most, but it’s difficult.

P.S. I was trying to hold out and not cut my hair because I firmly believe that no major hair decisions should be made during pregnancy. But the split ends were making me insane, so I went and asked for “just a trim.” The lady took off about 2 inches, which is a bit more than I wanted, but I like it. I feel better now. And I can still get it into a ponytail, which is my main requirement for that initial newborn phase.

P.S.S. I’m debating getting my eyebrows waxed too, as long as I’m taking care of self-maintenance stuff, because lord knows they are a mess.