Weeks 32, 33, 34

If I have to hear, "You're almost done" one more time, I'm going to flip. The phrase (said that way) is mostly said by males.  It's true that six weeks is not that much time when compared to a full 40 weeks, but when you have an extra 30 + pounds on your body and sound like Darth Vadar when going up a simple flight of stairs, six weeks is a substantial amount of time.

I'm feeling the baby move daily at this point, but I haven't gotten to the point where I can figure out if a hand or foot is moving its way beneath me.  I have a friend who said her little boy, when he was inside of her, kicked so intensely that she had bruises on the outer part of her body. I'm guessing Baby Novak is just like John and me--- chill. She's just hanging around inside, enjoying the coziness and warmth, grateful that by the time of her arrival winter weather will be making its departure. 

I still feel pretty good and am sleeping well. When I want to roll over or change positions, it now is literally a slow, orchestrated roll that I am completing. My feet are pretty swollen, so I'm attempting to elevate them while I sleep on my side---not an easy task. 

Posted below are most recent "belly pics": weeks 32, 33, and 34. 

Week 32: taken on February 4, 2016 

Week 33: taken on February 11, 2016--- baby is the size of a durian fruit, whatever the heck that is 

Week 34: taken on February 19, 2016; baby is the size of a butternut squash