Baby and I have officially made it to full term! He is ready for labor whenever he gets the notion. This has made me a little on edge. Thank goodness I've had several things to keep my attention the past few weeks. I was the registration coordinator for a 5k, and I got interviewed and observed by the accreditation committee at work this week. I am in charge of our school's senior paper, and it's due at the end of this week. This past week was pastor appreciation week at church, and we had him and his family over for supper one night. Oh, and I'm the matron-of-honor in a wedding this Saturday. I don't even have someone to do my hair yet! Plus, I have to get everything ready for my substitute!
Obviously, I'm a busy lady, but every time I check something off my list, I'm reminded that labor could come at any time. I know that your first is usually right on target or even late, but who knows when God wants my little guy to come into this world? I woke up last night with a contraction, and I thought, "Is this it? Is this going to be what it feels like when labor starts? Will today be the day?" As of Tuesday, I haven't progressed any...STILL...so I don't think that full moon tonight is going to make much of a difference in my situation.
I'm pretty much terrified of my water breaking while I'm at work. I have the rest of this week and next week to go unless the baby has other plans. I have his bag packed and part of mine. I keep thinking I'm going to go into labor when I'm far from home, and I won't have anything with me. And don't forget that we will have to drive over an hour to the hospital!
I am pretty much a beached whale at this point. I did the one mile at the M.Y. Hero 5k this weekend, and my brave ole self thought I could pull off a subtle job. Well, after 20 seconds of pain and awkward humiliation, I realized jogging wasn't going to be possible. Better yet, I'm surprised I even finished the mile at a weak hobble. I'm still hurting. My next appointment is Tuesday. Maybe she will give me some good news.
I still can't believe that I'm going to have a baby in my arms in just a little while. This has been the roller coaster of a lifetime, and I honestly don't know how women used to have ten kids. My maw maw was one of eleven! I am so nervous about not having everything ready. I've already been buying quick frozen meals that I can just heat up that first week. I'm also going to make sure we have plenty of peanut butter, eggs, and other things that last a while stocked up in the kitchen. I cleaned out my fridge and vacuumed the entire house yesterday. My next thing is cleaning out my closet and cabinets. So much to do and so little time!
Oh, by the way, I've gained 41 pounds. Yes, my friends, 41 pounds. I'm officially on my way to 50. I'm tired and achy, too. Baby? He's fat and happy. The doctor says he's "head down," so that's a good thing. He's making his journey down into the right position.
Until next time!