33 weeks of peanut.

Time time time. We don’t have much of it before little peanut arrives. Jared and I are both so excited for her arrival. I just keep growing and peanut keeps somersaulting, reminding me that the widening load is happening for good reason. We are already great pals.

Last night we went to our first night of birthing class. Jared was supposed to practice massage techniques on me while I did deep breathing. The instructor first demonstrated the techniques on herself, which she seemed to quite enjoy….maybe too much. It was a bit awkward - we had to be adults and hold in our giggles. Jared was mostly a good masseuse, but he does need practice on properly rubbing out the painful energy from the top of my arm through my fingertips. He blames his lackluster effort on a swollen knuckle (his) and bad positioning (we forgot to bring pillows with us). I suppose we will have to see if that’s the case next week.