I really didn't mean to neglect the blog for the last few weeks. We were nesting like crazy around here, which meant cleaning EVERYTHING!! And moving furniture, putting away things from the baby shower, and just getting things ready so that when she finally makes her appearance, I won't be busting butt to clean on top of taking care of her at least for the first few days.
As of tomorrow, I have 2 weeks left. If I go full to the end of the 2 weeks I think my fiance might end up moving out until I have her. Talk about cranky. I can't get comfy no matter how hard I try, she's moving all the time, and for the last week almost I've had those lovely Braxton-Hicks contractions every night after dinner for anywhere from 30 to 45 minutes.
On a good note, I do believe that she is working her way to not being breech. Either that or she's still doing summersalts. Which would explain a lot since it feels like there's just no room in there for her.
Side note: Bribing a baby in utero doesn't work. She just kicks me to tell me that while she heard, she doesn't care whether or not I can bend or get out of the car.