40 Weeks and 5 Days

Don't let the smile fool you. I'm kind of over being pregnant. I feel like a wounded elephant lumbering around. And to tell the truth I feel a little obscene walking around in public.

Thankfully I sleep very well, so I wake up a little bummed that I didn't wake up in labor much earlier, but I get up ready to take on the day. I make it till eleven before I'm ready to crash on the couch.

I'm learning to pace myself, which is a new lesson for me. Yesterday I thought I did pace myself. I went to my midwife appointment, the grocery store, and did three loads of laundry. In my normal life I would say that's a pretty average to light day. Well, I crashed in the afternoon and could do little more than hobble around the house. I did end up getting chicken into the oven, which I was impressed with, but by the time I was supposed to peel and cut carrots for the side dish I was done. I ended up microwaving rice and serving applesauce. :)

The week before my due date was tough, because I had it in my head that I was probably going to be a little early. Every day I would think, "Is this the day?" I would wake up with the tiniest twitch and think with a gasp, "It's the night!" Then the due date came and went and a strange mental switch happened. I no longer think I'm going to have a baby. I think I'm just gaining weight in an odd way. I'll tell Brad that I'm in great discomfort and he'll ask hopefully, "Are we going to have a baby today?" I have to stop from scoffing at his suggestion. "A baby?!? Oh no. I doubt it."

Any day now, right? Any day.