Chugging Along

My platelet count continues to hover in the acceptable range.  I go in every Monday and Thursday for my draw and then keep a watchful eye on my phone until Dr. S's nurse calls to give me the results.  Other than that, things just keep moving along.

I turned 36 weeks pregnant yesterday.  Holy moly, that seems amazing to me.  I feel like it was just yesterday that I was noticing my pregnancy symptoms and saying to M, "I think I might be pregnant."

And now, here we are, practically on the brink of number three!

Yesterday, I was hauling my whale-like self up the stairs, out of breath and physically exhausted by the time I reached the top.  I thought to myself, "It's almost over."

And then I realized. . . No, it isn't.

I will have three kids and an entirely new level of exhaustion in but a matter of weeks.

I guess I have logically known this baby is coming for quite some time, but it was that moment yesterday that it really seemed to hit home.

I am a bit (more than a bit) scared, if the truth be told.  But I was super-duper scared when I was pregnant with Emma, and that turned out okay (actually, more than okay, I'd like to think).  It IS more work having more than one, so I am assuming my workload will increase again, but I just have to hope it is doable.  I see mothers doing it every single day, so I know it is possible.

And it doesn't really matter, because. . . it won't be long now.