Right now, I am as pregnant as I've ever been.  I'm exactly 35 weeks today!  "L" was born at 34 weeks and 6 days.  I've passed that point of my last pregnancy, I'm still pregnant, and I'm not sick ... yet!  I am filled with gratitude to be at this point.  Back on May 12th at our 19 week ultrasound, I would have never guessed that I would be sitting here still pregnant on the very last day of August.

Tomorrow we will have our final growth ultrasound.  I really hope baby girl has taken a leap forward in growth in the past 3 weeks, since overall she has been measuring small.  After tomorrow's appointment, I have exactly 2 doctor's appointments left!  I will be beyond happy to not trek there every week! 

My nasty cold is mostly gone, and my hospital bag is packed! 

Overall I am feeling beyond tired... and nervous, sometimes like a complete wreck nervous, talk myself off a ledge nervous.  During times when the baby is quiet, I will admit I often start to freak out.  The baby was a bit quieter than normal earlier this week, but then the last couple days has been moving like crazy again.  My hope is that she was just doing LOTS of growing.  I get a momentary respite from the worry.  The worry, and my increasingly pregnant self, has definitely affected my sleep.

I read this week in a devotional that:
“Courage is not the absence of fear, but the presence of faith.”
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Am I scared?  Heck yes!  But am I feeling courageous enough to make it through these last couple of weeks of this overall terrifying pregnancy?  Absolutely.  And that is certainly not my own doing.