One more month ... but who's counting?

We have entered week 36 and have finally faced the realization that we have got to make a home for baby brother. We got the nursery mostly set up (minus Anika's toys everywhere), his clothes put away, and will begin transitioning Ani to her big girl bed this weekend. Incidentally, THAT should be fun.

Anyway, I'm feeling better because he has dropped, which means a) there is a *chance* that he will come on-time and naturally (not crossing my fingers, though, and I've probably just jinxed it); and b) I can breathe again without taking little gasps every few seconds, which is nice because I no longer sound like I'm running a 5K when I'm really sitting on the couch. Also, I can tell that he WANTS OUT NOW. He likes to push on my ribcage and pummel both sides of my belly at once, sometimes so hard that the bed actually shakes. He is no lightweight, this one.