Nothing to report. I am going to the doctor on Thursday, and Ben and I are going to pre-admit to the hospital that afternoon.
We are officially full term now, and while that is a comforting fact I wonder why I then have to wait patiently for another 3-5 weeks to meet Baby Z! If I am truly done cooking this baby, then baby should come out of the oven. Right? Many people have shared with me their late first baby stories. So, I am prepared (but not too thrilled) to be at least a week late. If Baby Z comes a week and 1 day late, then Ben and baby would share a birthday!
So I must practice patience. This is not an easy thing to do with a car seat staring me in the face every time I come home or leave. Why was I so determined to have everything put together and ready to go? Now all those items are taunting me.
On the bright side, I have nights of good sleep in between those nights where I cannot get comfortable no matter how many pillows I bring to bed with me. We also have a healthy and active baby. So I really should not complain about a thing.
I think it’s that you are officially safe, not full term. Isn’t full term 40 weeks? Anyway, this is when my “Expect the worst and life is a pleasant surprise.” philosophy comes in handy. Just keep telling yourself that you are going to be pregnant for the rest of your life. Then when you go into labor you’ll be surprised and overjoyed. (Ben was 2 weeks late. I really did think I was going to be pregnant for the rest of my life.) That’s a darling picture, by the way.
My pregnancy books say “full term” at 37 but 40 weeks is the official end I guess. Oh, 2 weeks takes us into December! Hopefully we won’t have to wait quite that long…
carrie!! you are just so cute. if i look half as good as you do when i’m pregnant i will be overjoyed!! so excited to meet baby SOON! love to you and ben.