Monday, May 25
In a way, I'm definitely ready to issue an eviction notice—it seems everyone else has for the baby—but I keep telling myself that a pregnancy is forty weeks long. I'm barely into week thirty-eight. If my doctors aren't playing a sick joke on me, I'll be holding my baby in one week's time.
My sister and two of my nieces left today. They so badly wanted to see the baby. They did get to see the ultrasound version of her, but that was the most cooperation that she was offering. My sister would have had me run behind the van if I'd have let her. (Maybe baby gets her Super Ninja Non-Cooperating Skillz from me?) She tried to hit every bump whenever she drove, but Baby just isn't ready to make her grand arrival just yet. She's probably primping.
I can say that I'm uncomfortable right now. My husband thinks my belly is bigger than it's ever been with the other pregnancies (Isn't he romantic?). All I know is that my belly has officially outgrown most of my clothes. The non-maternity jeans that I was able to button two weeks ago, I can't even zip them all the way now. And my shirts, oh gosh. My belly hangs out of them. You know it's bad when the daughters ask you to pull your shirt down and that's as low as it goes. And my tennis shoes are tight, which means that I'm starting to swell. Fortunately, that hasn't been horrible.
I'm at that point where my belly is a safety hazard. I cannot see my feet. Stairs are really dangerous for me right now. I get stuck on my back when I'm rolling from left side to right. It's rather comical.
But I'm trying not to dwell on any of that. I'm going to have this sweet girl in my hands in a week, maybe less than that.
We've been trying to guess what she's going to look like. Timmy thinks she will have purple eyes and blue hair. Lyn is hoping for hazel eyes and brown, curly hair, while Lesa is betting on blond hair and blue eyes. I think she's going to have my husband's big cheeks and full lips. I would be shocked if she doesn't look completely like me from the neck down.
We're all excited to meet her.
Tuesday, May 26
Me: Okay, Baby, I really need to go to the bathroom. It's been a whole hour.
Baby: That's okay. I'm just gonna lie here on this nice, comfy pillow.
Me: That's not a pillow, that's my bladder.
Baby: Zzzzzzz. Zzzzzzz.
Me: I give up.
I'm exhausted today, but have so much to accomplish. On the TMI front, I really need to pee, but The Kid just won't move. She probably would move if I did the Macarena or twerked, but that's not happening. I'd only end up in the ER with a broken back.
I have a fair amount on the agenda today. The most daunting task is laundry and I start the first of three loads of bedding before 6:00 AM. Laundry is a challenge for me. I can barely reach the bottom of the washer when I'm not pregnant. With my pregnant belly, I pretty much need a stepladder, and then I risk falling into the washer. Note for all of you: Should I go missing in the next few days, tell my husband to look for me in the washer. It's a strong possibility that I could fall in.
My husband wakes up at around seven. I feel like I have to have an important talk with him. I don't anticipate anything going wrong while I'm in labor, but I also want to make my wishes clear since he will be making decisions for me.
