I'm feeling PMSy (physically, not emotionally, though I'm sure
koyote could argue with that). Maybe this means baby will be coming soon. Or maybe not.
I wish she would. I read too much. I've read all the preeclampsia horror stories, and now I just want her out before anything bad happens.
Of course, most of these horror stories share two common themes which don't apply to me. 1 - the people have symptoms a lot more serious than mine, generally earlier in pregnancy. 2 - they get blown off by doctors until it's too late, which I haven't been.
Still, I get nervous every time baby doesn't move for a few minutes, which is irrational, since s/he's never moved every few minutes, but in spurts every few hours.
If it weren't for that, I'd rather have another few weeks. Sure, I'm uncomfortable, but if we had another few weeks, everything could be unpacked and organized.
koyote has managed to get through about half of what is left (There is now room to walk around the bed in the bedroom! Yay!) this morning. Much of what is left after that involves sticking books on bookshelves, which involves getting more bookshelves, which we can do after we get paid. And that's even something nice and easy that I can do on my own, as long as the boxes are stacked low enough for me to get into them.
Also, we have someone staying with us this week, and it would be nice to not be in a state of labor/delivery/recovery/dealing with newborn during that time.
Of course, if I keep talking like baby is going to show up any day, she won't show up till August. Except that I doubt the doctor will let it go that long.