April 21, 2017 23:04 I'm finally at week 36. I'm not term, but I'm excited because I no longer have to be frightened if the baby comes. Up until this week, I was in constant fear that each contraction meant I would go into labor and have a baby that I knew didn't have proper lung development. Although he's not "fully cooked" he has baked just enough for my doctor to give me her blessing for delivery. Everything is going great. I may not be able to get around like I'd like or carry my toddler around, but life is good. Staying home from work also did wonders. With some rest, I've been able to get a control of those crazy contractions that made it difficult to do anything. I'm not contraction-free by any means, but the knowledge that Asher and myself will be fine is freeing. This wasn't the case 3 weeks ago when things got bad. The only "bad" thing I could cite is the reality check I received at my last doctor's appoint...