The Final Countdown
Three. And. A. Half. Weeks. That's all that's left of this pregnancy. I am SO. PUMPED. My c-section was moved up to 12:45. Thank you, Jesus. The not eating thing was super stressing me out, but I was also a little stressed about the ENTIRE day of anxiousness I'd feel while I waited on my 5PM surgery. Now, I get to the hospital at 10:30 on April 17th and we have this baby! Yay! I'm officially miserable. I really thought I was going to be cute pregnant this time, but my body just shuts that down. I also think that I subconsciously sabotage myself with thoughts like "...but you're pregnant, so you deserve to eat that entire box of donut holes. In 24 hours." It happened. Please don't judge me. I went to the doc yesterday, and the nurse whispers my weight as she writes it down. At first, I asked her to please refrain, but once I hit the 35lbs gained mark, I thought it was best I let myself be aware of the number. I'm up to 54lbs gaine