I'm almost done being pregnant!

On my 34th birthday I became 36 weeks pregnant. I was looking forward to that more than I was to having my birthday.

This pregnancy has not been as joyous as my past pregnancies. I really shouldn't complain. I feel fine, I'm not swelling in my feet, I haven't gained a ton of weight, I can still exercise, the heartburn has been relatively mild, and I don't look huge. 

I do, however, feel huge. I get ridiculously winded walking up the stairs carrying my 22 pound toddler. I have restless legs when I'm trying to fall asleep. I have to get up to pee at least twice during the night. It's hard to put on my shoes. I have Braxton Hicks contractions that are super uncomfortable. 

I am prepared for her to arrive in terms of having things set up and washed. I have 21 dinners in the freezer. My bag is packed and lists are made. People are lined up to come watch our older kids when needed.

I am SO mentally ready to have this baby. I am now 37 weeks and counting down the minutes of the days, at least it feels like it. At my doctor appointment yesterday I was dilated to almost 2 cm and 30% effaced. It's lovely to know that my body is getting ready but I am pretty certain I have about two weeks left, given the timing that my previous pregnancies ended.

Two weeks? That's it? I'll take it.