37 weeks today. That doesn't mean much to me until I look at the pregnancy ticker on my user info page and see "21 days left." Wow. I am so not ready. We are gradually getting everything we need. We purchased our car seat/stroller last night, and the other night, we bought his coming home outfit. But I still want to wash all the crib bedding and all of the clothes we received at my shower last Saturday. We also made another exciting
purchase (ours is silver) the other night... I so did not think we'd be doing this already, but now that it's done, it feels wonderful. We were just going to look, I swear, and three and a half hours later, we were driving our brand new little SUV home. Every once in a while, I freak out about the car payment, but the peace of mind knowing that my husband and baby aren't driving around in a falling-apart VW Jetta is well worth it. I feel like such a mom now! It was funny, while we were making the deal, I was feeling contractions. Not the Braxton Hicks just tightening ones I've been having, but real crampy (but not too painful) contractions. I'm sure I was just a little dehydrated, but I thought, 'Now that we have a nice reliable 4-door car, I can go into labor." I feel much better now that we have his car seat.
Now if I can just feel emotionally ready. I'm not sure what's holding me up... I think I'm fearing labor a little, but I think I'm just nervous about being a mother. It's very scary, this parenting thing. Thank God for Brian. He really keeps me sane.
I was supposed to head out for my weekly appointment in a little bit, but the weather is miserable today, and I'm not thrilled about driving in the pouring rain in the new car. So I was able to reschedule for tomorrow.
Oh, this little baby is squirming all around! He's slowed down some, I'm sure due to the cramped quarters, but it's still heaven to feel him moving. Last night, we felt something, an elbow maybe, and Brian pushed a little and then it moved. Just amazing. As uncomfortable as I'm getting, I know I will miss this.
Just to make life a little more interesting, I also found out that I have a "plantar calcaneal spur". For the last month, I thought I had a splinter or piece of glass in my foot. I had a doctor dig around, but they couldn't find anything. Well, this week, I had an x-ray done to rule out a foreign body, thinking maybe I had a good old-fashioned plantar's wart. But the x-ray showed a spur. The nurse practitioner said a podiatrist wouldn't do anything until after I have the baby, but it's really annoying--I can't step directly on my left heel. Certainly, I'm not going to have much time to deal with it after the baby is here. I've been reading that they rarely do surgery to remove it, but if they needed to, maybe it could extend my maternity leave a little... Hm. Well, I just called the podiatrist's office, they said it may be related to the extra, ahem, weight I'm carrying, so I really should wait until after the baby is born. Oh well. I guess I live with it.
All right, enough babbling. Except I have to say, not working is fun!