I don’t have a good excuse for week 29, but I didn’t take a picture. I did take a picture last week but haven’t written because I’m distracted. We started to potty train last week. Potty training is so emotional! I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, I’ve felt encouraged and completely discouraged. It takes up a lot of head space. I’m very tired. I’ve decided to think of it as good practice for the newborn days we’re about to head into very soon. I’m hyper aware of Wes’s input and output in a way I haven’t been in a long, long time. And we’re about 8 weeks away from that with BA2. Isn’t that unbelievable that we’re in the single digits?!
I had a Braxton Hicks contraction over the weekend during yoga. At least I think that’s what it was. I didn’t feel any of these with Wes so I don’t have a lot of experience here. I spent some time researching Braxton Hicks and freaking out that it was a sign that BA2 would arrive at 35 weeks instead of on time or later (it’s not, in case you’re unfamiliar. Just a totally normal thing that happens in pregnancy). Sean asked why I chose to focus on 35 weeks. Because it’s 2 away from full term and I wouldn’t have had an opportunity to make freezer meals. He joked with me and helped calm some of my anxieties. That even if she does come at 35 weeks and the freezer isn’t stocked, we’ll be fine. I’m still anxious about so much, because of course, but thank goodness for the balance Sean provides.