I had my 37 week appointment today. Somehow I gained 6 pounds in one week! I have no clue how that happened. I think the doctor was a bit off with their scale. I blame most of it on a full bladder and water retention. I am so stinking swollen lately I feel like a marshmallow. (Or it could be the large quantities of crappy food I keep eating.)
This past week has spent preparing all our freezer meals for when the baby is born. For $150, we made 11 meals, 10 frozen pizzas, and a crap load of pancakes for breakfast. That is not including leftovers that the casseroles will yield. I think we did a pretty good job. It sucks to pay that much up front, but at least we have food ready to go so I won't have to venture to a store very often with two kids, and I don't have to worry about making a menu. We did this with Hannah and it was so nice. The only really big thing I have left to do it pack the hospital bag. I keep putting it off, but I am not sure why. I think packing a hospital bag makes it real, and I am not ready for reality. I know I should do it since the doctor said the baby is low and it could be any day. I am ready to not be pregnant, but I don't think I am ready to handle two kids. Hannah is really testing boundaries lately, and it is driving me crazy! I don't even want to think about it getting worse after the baby is here.