Forty Weeks, Come and Gone

Today was my (estimated) due date. Which, of course, means absolutely nothing, since baby doesn't read calendars yet, and, could she (or he?), wouldn't give two craps about it, anyway. I know all of this, but I am still finding it difficult not to be impatient; not so much because it's my "due date," and baby is "late," but because my mom and my mother-in-law are here, waiting around for baby to show up, and baby isn't here. And, because, with all the bleeding and nonsense that was going on at the beginning of all of this, I really geared myself up for a miscarriage. We made it all the way through, and there's still this niggling fear that something will go awry. I know this is, well, possible —but unlikely. And still it persists.

Other than that, things are going well. I'm still hideously comfortable, for having carried this child in my uterus for such a very long, short time. My ankles have started swelling if I'm on my feet too long, but they go back down immediately once I'm off of them. I'm peeing all the time, but that's hardly even worth mentioning, since that's what pregnant women do. I'm still tired all the time, but since the moms have been here, I've been able to rest some, without worrying about the kids doing anything rotten. The moms have been watching the kids, cooking for us (they even stocked our fridge and freezer, and are making meals to freeze so I don't have to cook right away after they leave).

So there you have it. We'll see when baby decides to come, and I will try to be patient.

Unfortunately, patience is not one of my life skills.

March

The reality of this month is (sort of) beginning to set in. I'm still waiting for nesting to show up, which means that it probably won't, and my mom and my mother-in-law will be forced to shower in nasty bathrooms. Sorry, ladies. I've been extra crabby with the kids lately, due, in part to being tired all. the. time. And, due in part to trying really hard to keep the house picked up until baby comes (yeah. Every try this with three little kids around?). I'm working on the crabby thing.

I'm now completely ready for baby to come--car seat is here, newborn diapers are all ready to go; just waiting for baby. I'd be lying if I didn't say that I've felt more impatience this time around than I did last time around. I think that might be because I was really expecting my last baby to be very late, like his sister was, so I wasn't expecting labor to show up the day before I was due. This time, I'm definitely getting antsy (and I'm only 38.5wks!) already. I need to find stuff to do before baby comes. Besides cleaning the bathrooms.