35 Weeks Pregnant

Oh WOW! I am officially 35 weeks pregnant! Time is flying by! I’m excited for the baby to be here, but at the same time I am in no rush for the pregnancy to be over. I have loved every second of this incredible and miraculous time. I love my big huge belly and I am going to miss it when it’s gone. I love feeling Sonny move and stretch inside me, and I love the peace and comfort of knowing he is perfectly safe and I have the power to protect him from most everything. This will be the safest he ever is! As soon has he joins us in the world there will be a host of dangers, pitfalls, and heartbreaks I will want to save him from, but just won’t be able to. My bestest friend Angie, reminds me that this is life, and that he will need to go through all those things…but let me tell you I have a new respect for worry-wart mothers every where.


It’s 6:00am and I have been up for hours. I’ve been having trouble sleeping through the night lately. I read online this morning that 78% of pregnant ladies experience insomnia. Yuck, I’m glad I’m not alone, but I’d be happier if all 78% of us could get some sleep. It’s a bunch of things keeping me up. Firstly, it’s nearly impossible for a former back sleeper like me to get comfortable, no matter how many pillows I employ. Then, even if I do finally get to sleep I can count on being awoken at least four or five times a night with the urge to pee, crazy dreams, or Braxton Hicks contractions. More likely than not, I am awoken by all three at once. When Jacob is home I crawl back to bed after my bathroom break and his steady breathing (snoring) and reassuring presence helps me fall back a sleep. But with him in Korea, it’s been rough. 3:30am rolls around and I just KNOW that it’s 7:30pm in Seoul and I start wondering how he’s doing; whether he’s been bamboozled into eating dog, or contracted the Bird-Flu yet. CRAP! Before I know it, it’s 5:00am and I am wide awake. *Sigh* At, least it’s good practice for the nights to come.


I’ve got it all figured out. God makes pregnant women insomniacs so we’ll be used to getting up with the baby, constipated so we can practice pushing until out blood vessels burst, and hormonal so we’ll get a taste of how crazy our children will make us.