Holy moly, I'm due in less than a week! Still kind of hard to believe, though my body certainly knows it. I'm a waddling, achy, heartburnin' lady-in-waiting. Plus I'm panicking that within a week I'll have a newborn in the house, all while minding an emotional 3 year old. Soren must know what's up; his mood swings have been epic around here, though he does talk about the baby frequently, and in good terms.
He's also constantly talking about my butt, my "big fancy butt" that is. Not sure where that came from, but depending on MY mood, it's either hilarious or irritating, lol. His butt obsession often progresses into a conversation about how when he grows up, he wants to have a big butt like mine. Aim higher, kiddo, aim higher!
I'm biding my time with stocking up the fridge and pantry, visiting an old friend, and just tidying things around the house and keeping up with laundry. And sleeping and relaxing too. I don't feel an urge to do weird stuff like organize the medicine cabinet or paint the ceiling fan, so maybe this baby isn't coming so soon after all. Though I am 1cm and 60% effaced, according to the doctor yesterday. And occasional, painless contractions where my stomach is really tight and it's hard to take a deep breath.
Thankfully, the nursery is finished, diapers are ready to go, and my bag is half-packed. We're hoping to enjoy the weekend, just hanging around locally and maybe grilling something. I also want to take some photos, documenting the last days of pregnancy.
Any recommendations for enjoying these last few days (or hours?).