I'm ready. Let's DO this, baby!
- I have our bag packed in Daddy's car.
- Your car seat is installed.
- I have your diaper bag ready to go.
- Your clothes are washed and put away.
- I am pre-registered at Evergreen Hospital.
- I have the number to call when I go in to labor and we are heading to the hospital.
- I have a birth plan that I am ready to throw out the window for whatever you need.
- I have a plan for if I go in to labor here at work.
- I am closing up all of my important tasks and projects necessary with work.
I can be as "prepared" as I want, I know that as soon as I start having contractions or my water breaks, my life is going to go sideways. I'm okay with that. You are so worth every effort.
NINE MONTHS. 36 weeks down, 4 weeks to "full" term. I am not even sure what to do with myself at this point.
I still have to pack my hospital bag and have no idea what to even put in the darn thing. I have read list after list of what should go in, but that doesn't really help me when I think of my own items. Hmm... I think I should hit up Target or Bartell's for some travel size toiletries. Am I really just using this blog as a notepad right now? Yes. This is how out of sorts I am.
PAIN. I am so tired of having contractions at night every time I try to get out of bed to pee, which is ever hour up until 1 AM, usually. I slept from 1-5 this morning and thought it was the greatest accomplishment ever. I am tired of needing help to get off the couch, in to the tub, or off the floor. Apparently Drew likes to help, which I am so thankful for. He's been the most amazing cheerleader I could have ever hoped for. He lets me do things myself unless he really deems them dangerous for me or an unnecessary strain. He walks up the stairs bent at the waist next to me so I can use him as leverage. I don't. He's just being silly. But, I love that he wants to walk me up the stairs. He hears how much my breath becomes laboured when I do it alone, so he is trying to make it easier on me. I love him for that.
Booker is active still, which is great! Though at times it's very weird to have him push against my ribs with his feet because that causes him to put pressure on my pelvic bone. He's a big guy. I'm hoping I go in to labor around the 14th or 15th, which is two weeks early. I don't know what kind of state I would be in if I carried him full term at the rate he's growing. If his stats are on track, at our appointment tomorrow he will be the size of a 38 week old, not 36. He's been measuring two weeks big since 24 weeks. Tomorrow's appointment also marks the first of my weekly appointments!
My heart just started racing. I really could have my baby any day now. I'm not fully ready. I don't know what to expect at the hospital. What happens if my water breaks at work? I assume Dawn would take me, she's the only one I trust to drive like a sane person while I'm going insane. I should buy some throw away towels to keep with me so I don't mess up someone else's car. I could just have whoever drives take my car. It's gross anyway.
My face is getting hot and my pulse is starting to rise. I'm going to go ahead and cut this post off now before I send MYSELF in to early labor from freaking out about it.
I. AM. SO. EXCITED.
