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.