So first things first, here's what's going on that is not necessarily related to me being
-The boys are kind of sick again. Runny noses, which are basically a permanent fixture this time of year, and gross coughs. Sam had a fever over the weekend but has managed to shake that. This marks, what I'll call, a third sickness for them in the past 2 weeks.
-We got our first pound of Thanksgiving coffee this year. (And for some reason I can't find this year's online). Anyway, it's quite delicious.
-Thanksgiving is in 10 days!
Now, on to pregnancy related stuff.
-I wake up just about every hour at night.
-I almost collapsed two nights ago when I got out of bed to go to the bathroom, for the first time. My hip hurt so bad, it made me buckle. I'm an old lady.
-My belly is huge.
-My hips hurt.
-I'm starting to be concerned about this delivey and hospital recovery time interfering with other things we have going on. (1) Sam has a Thanksgiving musical at his school next Tuesday. I know it'll last for probably 20 minutes and it's not the end of the world, but as his mom, I would really like to be there for it. (2) Thanksgiving is 10 days away. That means, even if I have the baby next Tuesday, we'll be in the hospital for Thanksgiving. Big fat boo.
-It is TIME for this babe to come!
-It's close to time to take some more agressive measures to get this baby out. No details.
-I am not having signs of labor. Thanks for all who are thinking about me and care to know. However, I'm not. If I were in labor, or headed to the hospital, you would know.
-I have a non-stress test and utrasound tomorrow at my appt. We shall see what the doc has to say after seeing those results.
-What if after all this, this babe came out a girl?! That'd be hilarious. Although I'm pretty sure technology is too good by now for us to be fooled.
-At some point, I started feeling silly for having my bags packed at 38 weeks. That's silly in and of itself though. I mean, better to be prepared, obviously but when you find yourself still pregnant at 41, the perfect hindsight shows it was completely unnecessary to even be packed last weekend.
I guess that's it.
I know the baby will come. It's more likely every day that he'll come. I'm just tired of waiting. Aren't you?
Until he DOES come, I'll just be waiting...and waiting...and more waiting.