33 going on 34.

Well, here we are at around 33.5 weeks!  Phew.  Comparing my stomach with the 21 week bump, I am so amazed at how much Evangeline has grown.  Not that I haven't noticed of course (my general response when my family asks how she's doing is "she's huuuge"), but I'm amazed at the fact that my body just hasn't gone kerplunk yet.  While I would like to be able to bend over and move without pain again, I do feel reassured in that our sweet girl is healthy and is growing at a perfectly normal rate.  She is very active, has a fine, strong heart-beat, and is apparently in "the perfect position" (according to our wonderful midwives).  Hurrah!

33.5 weeks.

I'm delighted and painfully excited to think that she could be here in a month or so...our beautiful little one with whom we are already so in love!...but at the same time I'm terrified.  I feel less and less prepared as each day passes, with every book I read, with every labor prep exercise I practice, with every piece of advice I'm given.  I'm so lucky to have Alex there for me, never telling me not to worry (my biggest pet-peeve at this point--"don't tell me how to feel!!"), but listening and encouraging and loving.  It's strange, this conflicting mess of emotions.  I don't feel at all like those 'empowered' women I'm apparently supposed to feel like.  But I suppose that's ok.  I'll just keep taking it one waddle at a time.

P.S.  What dost thou think of the new blog set up?  I spent a freakish amount of time on it today, but am pleased with the final product...I figured if I don't look so glam, there's no reason my blog shouldn't!