We are 38 weeks, 3 days now. Well into full-termness, but not quite ready for baby yet. I always anticipate going beyond my due date, mainly so that I'm not overly anxious in the weeks leading up to the birth. But with each additional kid I'm a little less enthusiastic about extending my pregnancy any longer than necessary. I'm not sure what to expect from this baby. So far I've had one a week early, one a week late, and one the day before she was due. So really, anything is possible.
This has nothing to do with the baby, just the world she's about to be brought in to.
Last weekend I was having some serious false labor. It was enough to keep me up at night. And when the contractions weren't disturbing my sleep, the I'm-so-not-ready-for-this list running through my head was. I got up the next morning determined to get our lives in order. Of course, things happen. I'm trying to pile up on work now so I don't feel so bad about not working in a few weeks. And as a result, I'm having a hard time keeping up with our regular routine, nevermind throwing baby prep in to the mix. But like I said in my last post, I at least have a categorized, prioritized task list sitting on my desk. And just being able to check one or two things off a day has done wonders for my mental state.
Knowing I have a plan allows me to focus on my other offspring, who I'm also trying to load up with attention during these final few days. We've been living it up while we still can - a trip to the "farm park" topped with slurpees, a leisurely stroll through all our favorite Target aisles with cookies and lemonade in hand, lots of neighborhood walks and scavenger hunts, and plenty of practice in the kitchen. Because for some reason I always feel a sudden cooking and baking boost at the end of my pregnancies.
|Her idea of helping with the laundry? Tossing everything on to the floor.|
|38 weeks, baby has most definitely NOT "dropped."|
So we're prepared for any-day-now. Well, Jon would prefer to get in one last round of golf this weekend. And I would prefer to knock a few more things off the to-do list. And we'd both prefer to have childcare readily available so there won't be any dilly-dallying before delivery this time around. Which is why we're shooting for some time next week, when Miss Kylee will be visiting, and can take over our other three charges at a moment's notice. I heard there's a full moon on July 22. That sounds like a great day to give birth. And by day, I mean DAY. Because really, just once, I'd like to deliver a child during normal wake-time hours. While we're at it, wouldn't it be just dandy to get a full night's rest, wake up, start contracting, have a baby that afternoon and be home in time for dinner? I think so too. But I'm being careful about what I ask for. Because last time I prayed for "perfect timing" and we all know how that turned out.
So yeah, despite the unfinished task list, despite this week's mega heat-wave, despite my strong-willed 4 year old, sleep-fighting 3 year old, and uber-clingy 22 month old, I remain happily pregnant. Right down to my knees..., er toes. I'm trying, I'm really trying.