Week 34: Nesting

Just starting my week 34.  The count down all of a sudden feels so real since last week.

The nesting instinct just came on.  Despite being heavy and very very pregnant, my energy level went up a notch from the adrenaline of needing to sort through every thing before she arrives -- clearing out unused items to give away or sell, washing and cleaning all the newborn clothing and burp clothes, swaddles that's been kept in the drawer for over a year.   Some nights when I wake up from my usual insomnia I end up sitting in the baby room sorting through clothes and working for a good hour or two. The boxes that we half started packing for NZ that lay in my living space started to annoy me (even though they have been around for a good nine months already), and I booked the same photographer to take pictures next weekend of belly shots and family shots so I also have created a deadline to make our home a bit more homey again.

I also started to crave time with mic.  Now that he's finally back from Mauritius, I am so keen to fit in the movies and dinners and all the just-the-two-of-us time we can get while I have the luxury of a helper and before K#2 arrives.   It will be a long time before we will have this again after we make our move to NZ and live a normal person life with no helpers and two kids in tow.

But it's all exciting.  With every kick, I am feeling the life inside me growing strong and I can't wait to meet her in person in less than two months.  Jack-Jack probably feels the same after I told him that his little sister might be bringing him a car when she comes out.  So now his routine words when it comes to K#2 are -- "妹妹, car, please?  來".... I told him he had to wait patiently until she comes out to meet us, right now she's just resting inside mommy's tummy still.

The doctor's visit continues to go well and reveal no drama, K#2 is temporarily in breach position so there's no need to think about C or no-C yet, the decision might be made for us if she stays like this, but of course a lot can change over the next month  -- in a way I am hoping that God will decide the outcome for me and I am not stressed about it anymore.  At the end of the day, natural or C-section, as long as she comes out healthy and well, I will be fine with either.