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Well, to be fair, it's not 41 weeks until Monday.
This part is so weird -- knowing that my son could come out any time, that my life is going to change completely, forever, at any moment, and not having any inkling of when exactly that could be. It's making me a little bit crazy. I keep thinking that things are signs that labor is about to start, then nothing else happens. I suppose this is pretty normal for the overdue mom-to-be. I just wanna meet my baby. I feel ready. My tits feel ready. My bedroom.... well, feels mostly ready. I haven't gotten to that desk drawer I shoved a bunch of stuff in, or that bag I wanna sort through. But Oliver's stuff is all ready, and his changing table is set up, his clothes are sorted and taking up half my dresser (just the 0-3 month clothes!), i even made the wipe solution and have the wipes all saturated in their tupperwares and labeled and everything.... I'm just ready. I've never been this organized for anything in my my life.
Physically, I've been doing pretty well. My pubic symphysis has healed quite a bit from the NET treatments and it mostly only hurts me when I am climbing into or out of bed. And sometimes turning over. Rarely just from standing/sitting/walking anymore. Not so bad. I have heartburn when I lie down, but tums takes care of that really easily. Of course my torso feels crowded, but even that is less since Oliver has dropped into my pelvis. DId I tell you my midwife put two of her fingers in my cervi and poked Oliver in the head? That was two weeks ago next Tuesday! So, I'm dilated some. I would be doing this myself if I could reach my cervix, but that's not possible.
I feel pretty boring. Like, once the baby comes out, what am I going to talk about? Will my friends still talk to me, beucase it's all anyone talks to me about. It's all I talk about these days. And maybe he'll be all I talk about once he's here. I have to try and fight that. Maintain some of my self along with being Oliver's mom. But even just being pregnant... it's so consuming. It helps, I'm sure, that I don't have a job or school...
Well, for now, that's all I got. Because, having said all that up there, I have a feeling about tonight. Like, this could be the night (couldn't they all?). So I better get some sleep.
Oh yeah, and here are two of my favorite maternity pictures. There are a bunch more all on facebook and I don't wanna cross-post them all. I already feel annoying for having so many pictures of myself on fb. Kina took them, and they turned out really nice, so... I wanna show them off. Her work and my baby.
This part is so weird -- knowing that my son could come out any time, that my life is going to change completely, forever, at any moment, and not having any inkling of when exactly that could be. It's making me a little bit crazy. I keep thinking that things are signs that labor is about to start, then nothing else happens. I suppose this is pretty normal for the overdue mom-to-be. I just wanna meet my baby. I feel ready. My tits feel ready. My bedroom.... well, feels mostly ready. I haven't gotten to that desk drawer I shoved a bunch of stuff in, or that bag I wanna sort through. But Oliver's stuff is all ready, and his changing table is set up, his clothes are sorted and taking up half my dresser (just the 0-3 month clothes!), i even made the wipe solution and have the wipes all saturated in their tupperwares and labeled and everything.... I'm just ready. I've never been this organized for anything in my my life.
Physically, I've been doing pretty well. My pubic symphysis has healed quite a bit from the NET treatments and it mostly only hurts me when I am climbing into or out of bed. And sometimes turning over. Rarely just from standing/sitting/walking anymore. Not so bad. I have heartburn when I lie down, but tums takes care of that really easily. Of course my torso feels crowded, but even that is less since Oliver has dropped into my pelvis. DId I tell you my midwife put two of her fingers in my cervi and poked Oliver in the head? That was two weeks ago next Tuesday! So, I'm dilated some. I would be doing this myself if I could reach my cervix, but that's not possible.
I feel pretty boring. Like, once the baby comes out, what am I going to talk about? Will my friends still talk to me, beucase it's all anyone talks to me about. It's all I talk about these days. And maybe he'll be all I talk about once he's here. I have to try and fight that. Maintain some of my self along with being Oliver's mom. But even just being pregnant... it's so consuming. It helps, I'm sure, that I don't have a job or school...
Well, for now, that's all I got. Because, having said all that up there, I have a feeling about tonight. Like, this could be the night (couldn't they all?). So I better get some sleep.
Oh yeah, and here are two of my favorite maternity pictures. There are a bunch more all on facebook and I don't wanna cross-post them all. I already feel annoying for having so many pictures of myself on fb. Kina took them, and they turned out really nice, so... I wanna show them off. Her work and my baby.
