This is a true conversation between me and my husband;

Me:  Hey, will you get a belly picture for me?  We need to document this pregnancy a little better.

Derrick: Stand right there.

Me: Just make me look cute ok.

Derrick: Well, there is only so much I can do with this camera.

...

Thanks hon.

(don't worry... no harm done.  We both got a good laugh out of that once he realized how it sounded.)

So here's a little pregnancy update.  33 weeks.  

And I end up having to take my own belly pictures (even standing on the kids step stool) because Derrick's goal is to make my belly look as big as possible no matter how unflattering it is.  And as you can see, I'm carrying really low. (and it hurts.)

This has been a good pregnancy.  Much easier than the last two.  I'm just... getting to the end.  This is when I stop wanting to cook dinner or really move at all.  And the kids are major rugrats because they know I can't really move so they run away when they are in trouble.

You'll remember when I was pregnant with Halle and I had SPD.  It gets worse with each pregnancy.  I've been seeing a chiropractor which helps some, but I really am not kidding when I say walking is difficult and I wake up in major pain every morning.  I can feel my round ligaments stretching, which is such a strange/painful sensation. I know it's not going to go away.  And that's ok.  It's just another something I have to endure for a bit.  This talk ( The Atonement Covers All Pain) makes me feel better.  And I have been blessed.  My nausea was very mild this time which pretty much makes up for everything else.

So the countdown is on. 7ish weeks.

Things I'm looking forward to:

meeting the little guy who has been invading my space 

cuddling a sweet new baby

tiny baby noises

nursing (that's right, I said it!)

a peaceful birth in a place where I feel safe (more on this later)

sleeping on my tummy

goodbye heartburn

chasing my kids again

fluffy soft diapers

A few hours alone with the baby a couple times a week while big brother and sister are in preschool

feeling normal

Common questions:

Do we have a name picked out?

No.  Well, I do, but we sort of have to agree on one.  This might be a situation where we have to see him first (to convince Derrick that I really do know his name.)

How do I feel?

I feel pregnant.  

(And I feel paranoid because I always get asked this at this point, and I think it's just a way of asking if I feel as horrible as I look.)