The aches and pains are getting serious. My hips and legs hurt just about all the time. I'm up every hour or so in the middle of the night, both to pee and to flip over because of the aforementioned sore hips. Sitting too long is painful. My ankles are swollen to twice their normal size by the end of the day. I haven't been able to wear my wedding band for weeks, and my garnet, which used to be so loose it would sometimes fall off my finger, is now tight and leaves a mark when I wear it. My belly is huge, and my maternity yoga pants are my best friends. Water gives me heartburn.
With all that said, I'm still not to the point of wishing to speed up her imminent arrival. She's got at least 4 more weeks to cook - she's welcome to take all the time she needs. (And my feelings on that are only slightly influenced by the fact that i'm not nearly prepared at work to be out for 8 weeks.) I've enjoyed this pregnancy very much, and as much as I'm looking forward to meeting this little girl I've been growing for the last 9 months, I like knowing she's safe and warm inside me. (And it's freezing outside!)
We're getting our ducks in a row. I'm not panicked about home stuff nearly as much as I was - it's all coming together. It'll all work out, it'll all be fine.