36 weeks

Yesterday marked 36 weeks of you and me, Baby Hank. 36 weeks spent together, every single minute of every single day. You have been my little accountability partner and I'm so sorry I've failed at times. Every time I yell or threaten our beloved pugs with spankins I just know you must be scared. Ha. Sorry, that probably won't change when you get here. Odie still likes taking a trip down the service road to visit all the neighbors and see what kind of treats they'll give him. He still gets spanked. And chained. Anyhoo, you'll love these pugs regardless of their bad behavior just like your dad and I do. 

I still feel great. I went to the chiropractor last week (as a treat to myself because insurance covers it) and love Dr. Kelle Edwards. She is the bomb. Maybe you'll meet her, too. There is a watermelon in the fridge outside and the only thing keeping me from cutting it is all the leftovers taking up my pyrex containers :) My feet have been puffy a few times. Mainly when I have to sit all day. Starting last week this is what life looks like: Monday- off day. grocery store. clean house. run errands. Tuesday- work at the car lot 8-5:30. Wednesday- Clean Kelly's mansion and hang out with Lan (your lil mama) and see Dr. Fletcher. Thursday- work at the car lot 8-5:30 then clean the car lot. Friday- Hang out with Lan. Football season officially starts this Friday at home against Etowah.

I can't tell you how many people told me how miserable I would be this summer while pregnant with you. Welp, It's August 28th (Happy Birthday, JB. Love you so much), the Lord gave us a rainy and mild summer and I'm proud to report... I have not been miserable and I am yet to be miserable. In your face people. 

Your nursery isn't finished yet. Maybe I'll have some time this weekend to do a few projects. I hope so! 

I made a packing list for the hospital but have yet to actually pack.

I cannot wait to hold you for the first time. I have been praying for your delivery and our breast feeding relationship for so long. I cried today just thinking about you being my baby forever and always (sorry, future daughter-in-law, I'll work on letting go when he turns 25! I'm serious). 

Dr. Fletcher doesn't think we'll make it to 40 weeks. I am a wee bit dilated and super pumped about my body progressing (whether you come next week or in 4 weeks). Apparently, I need to get on the ball. Can't wait to meet you and kiss you. I really, really can't wait to watch your daddy fall in love with you. I love him so much and I love you, so to watch you two bond is really going to make my cup overflow. Love you little baby, see you soon!