Developmental Whatnots - Weeks 34 and 35

A recap of Week 34 (last week) and overview of Week 35 (starts today):

Week 34: Basically, I can start having vision problems at this point, which I am so pleased to hear. Blurred vision would greatly complement my increased clumsiness and my deteriorating memory. I tried to tell someone Coleman's phone number yesterday and had to ask him about a few digits. He looked at me as if I were insane. I'm not insane - just hormonally imbalanced!

And speaking of hormone imbalances, What To Expect didn't need to tell me this - it's freaking hot!! Even when Coleman assures me that it's not actually that bad, I'm usually overheated and complaining about the temp. This is from the girl who has a space heater under my desk at work that I use in the summer because I'm always cold. Not anymore! My coworker, who is in her 60s, is thrilled with this development because we're finally on the same page about the thermostat.

It's only in the mid 80s here, and I'm dying. Hats off to all of you women who have been pregnant through Texas summers. Apparently, you're better women than I am.

I've been shocking my poor, modest husband with the various states of undress in which I have been wandering around the apartment. I just can't take it! I can't even sleep with a sheet anymore, much less anything heavier. Now, that's not true - I do pull the sheet up to my ankles. Why, I cannot tell you, but there you have it.

But enough about me. I know you're all really reading for the 4-1-1 on the plus one. Well, she is probably about 5 pounds by now and could be as long as 20 inches. Please, please, please let her get her father's height genes instead of mine! I don't want to impose my own dreams on my children, but if she could just be 5'9". . .

A little side note of interest: clearly, she won't have testicles, but if she were a boy, they would be descending during this week. I found that fascinating, even if it doesn't apply to us.

Oh, and her fingernails have probably reached the ends of her fingers by now. Little tiny fingernails on little tiny fingers (or, if she's like her mom, long fingernails on really long fingers). . .I can't wait to see them!

Week 35 (this week): Not too much in the way of detail, but she should be getting up to 5 and a half pounds and it seems that her brain is growing and developing "rapidly." Yeah it is!! I'm sure (as most parents are, I assume) that she's going to have such a smart little brain and we can't wait to fill it! However, since she's head down, this means even more pressure on Mommy's bladder and even more frequent urination.

I wasn't aware that there could be "more" pressure and it hardly seems possible that I could pee more often than I already do. I should just move my desk down to the ladies' room to save time (ha - makes me think of when Jim moved Dwight's desk into the bathroom on The Office...). If, as they say, washing your hands often is the best prevention against swine flu, it's a pretty safe bet that I'm going to be the last person on the planet to get it, since they're getting clean every single time I make a pit stop.**

The plus one seems to be doing great - lots of movement. She finally started to hiccup, but I've only been able to feel it twice.

And speaking of movement, I have a couple of things to add to the Things Baby Likes list:
1) Mass (Isn't she quite the ecumenical fetus? First the Episcopal service and now this...)
2) Birthing classes (Perhaps she just enjoyed having plenty of uninterrupted time, since we sat around for 12 hours over 2 days, but maybe she knew we were talking about her and was showing off!)

And I know I owe you all a belly shot - I'll get to it soon, I promise. Prepare yourselves, though - it's going to be a doozy!

**I had to take a potty break in the middle of writing this post, actually.