39+ weeks
Well, no new baby for Mother's Day. Oh, well, it would have been neat. Especially as Mom and Dad were already in town 'cause we had lunch/ice cream together.
I was telling the nurse at my last exam, it's like when you're baking brownies. Toward the end they start to smell real good so you check them but they're still gooey in the middle so you set the timer for two more minutes and then check again, and in the meantime your house is filling up with this maddeningly nom brownie smell.
Feels like my timer is stuck on "two more minutes." I'm _so_ ready to meet him and be done with this waiting around. Actually even the waiting wouldn't be that bad if I knew for sure when The Day would be so I can go on with life and not have to second-guess every little twinge and then be disappointed. Morgan has a spelling bee on Tuesday that I'm not sure now if we're going to make it to. Castor oil has never sounded so appealing. Not that it really sounds appealing at all, but you know.
We turned the apartment upside-down the other day, moving furniture around to make room for my old cradle in our bedroom. Well, I say "my" because it was made while Mom was pregnant with me, but I think pretty much all of the family have used it at one point or another. It's still at Popa's; there's some fiddling with dowels he needs to do with it. Mom has been poking at him to get it done but it's the kind of thing that will only take a few hours to do and then it's a matter of letting glue dry overnight, so he hasn't been feeling timely pressure to get to work on it. So Morgan and I went up the other day "just" to see him, since it's been a while, and to take one of our new family portraits for him to add to the collection on his fridge, and without me even having to mention it, he brought up the cradle and how he ought to get to working on it. Eeeexcellent, my clever plot succeeded!
So anyway, in the meantime our place is an absolute mess, but at least it's more of a "you just moved in" mess than a "you live like slobs" mess. Bookcases were moved, so every horizontal surface in our living room is covered with books (and damn we have a lot of books). Two dressers were moved, and for some reason Alan emptied the drawers to make them light enough to move, instead of just pulling the drawers out and then putting them back in once the dresser's in place. So there are more stacks and piles of clothes all over our bedroom floor than there usually are and it makes navigating especially tricky for her whose balance is not so great right now.
I'm feeling great, other than the frustration of waiting. I took Morgan on a Daisy field trip on Friday and a friend's birthday party on Saturday, and got lots of surprised looks from other parents when they asked my due date and I replied "next Thursday." I know I started with the "any day now" thinking back at week 37 when he was technically full term, but now I really really mean it. He, however, seems perfectly cozy and content just to hang out. :P I keep trying to tell him it'll be way more comfortable when he's out and we can hug him instead of being all squished up in my belly.
I was telling the nurse at my last exam, it's like when you're baking brownies. Toward the end they start to smell real good so you check them but they're still gooey in the middle so you set the timer for two more minutes and then check again, and in the meantime your house is filling up with this maddeningly nom brownie smell.
Feels like my timer is stuck on "two more minutes." I'm _so_ ready to meet him and be done with this waiting around. Actually even the waiting wouldn't be that bad if I knew for sure when The Day would be so I can go on with life and not have to second-guess every little twinge and then be disappointed. Morgan has a spelling bee on Tuesday that I'm not sure now if we're going to make it to. Castor oil has never sounded so appealing. Not that it really sounds appealing at all, but you know.
We turned the apartment upside-down the other day, moving furniture around to make room for my old cradle in our bedroom. Well, I say "my" because it was made while Mom was pregnant with me, but I think pretty much all of the family have used it at one point or another. It's still at Popa's; there's some fiddling with dowels he needs to do with it. Mom has been poking at him to get it done but it's the kind of thing that will only take a few hours to do and then it's a matter of letting glue dry overnight, so he hasn't been feeling timely pressure to get to work on it. So Morgan and I went up the other day "just" to see him, since it's been a while, and to take one of our new family portraits for him to add to the collection on his fridge, and without me even having to mention it, he brought up the cradle and how he ought to get to working on it. Eeeexcellent, my clever plot succeeded!
So anyway, in the meantime our place is an absolute mess, but at least it's more of a "you just moved in" mess than a "you live like slobs" mess. Bookcases were moved, so every horizontal surface in our living room is covered with books (and damn we have a lot of books). Two dressers were moved, and for some reason Alan emptied the drawers to make them light enough to move, instead of just pulling the drawers out and then putting them back in once the dresser's in place. So there are more stacks and piles of clothes all over our bedroom floor than there usually are and it makes navigating especially tricky for her whose balance is not so great right now.
I'm feeling great, other than the frustration of waiting. I took Morgan on a Daisy field trip on Friday and a friend's birthday party on Saturday, and got lots of surprised looks from other parents when they asked my due date and I replied "next Thursday." I know I started with the "any day now" thinking back at week 37 when he was technically full term, but now I really really mean it. He, however, seems perfectly cozy and content just to hang out. :P I keep trying to tell him it'll be way more comfortable when he's out and we can hug him instead of being all squished up in my belly.