The Waiting Game.
Today I am officially 39 weeks pregnant, and it feels like at least 50 now. The worst part I believe is the waiting. I'm on my last day in the office and will work from home next week, thankfully not having to go into labor at the office. Everyone at work has pretty much written me off as gone already which is kind of them on one hand, but .... leaves me without much to do on another. I know I should probably be reveling in this calm before the storm, but...it's just kind of boring.
Since I'm not home this week, there is little for me to do in general. I can't clean anything, I don't have any big projects, and I'm sure at this point even my mother is sick of my random emails throughout the day!
I'm also sick of reading about baby stuff in general, the doctors' office needs to work on their not-so-diverse reading selection. I get bombarded with mail and emails about it, we've done the whole baby's room thing, there are diapers and wipes and more clothes than this kid is ever going to wear, bath stuff, feeding stuff, nursing stuff... I'm not sure what I have left to do. Even the chair we had on back order has arrived and is waiting patiently.
I feel like during the majority of this pregnancy I've kept busy with work and life in general and none of my dreams I've even been pregnant or thought too much about it, but suddenly now I'm laying awake wondering when my water will break or if this is the day or night i'll go into labor. The online forum I used to read has become borderling annoying in general with everyone putting up announcements of their little blessings and not much else. (side note on that no one wants to see a picture of your stomach, honestly).
So, until the big event...i'll be here, just waiting.