But my due date is tomorrow. Wish me luck! I’ve been busily trying to finish everything I can think of around home and work, waiting for Baby Boy to make his appearance…and trying not to get impatient. All my intentions to blog over the last week were waylaid by making a huge pot of spaghetti sauce, making banana bread and muffins, getting my phone set up with music for the hospital, doing some ironing, taking care of the oddball laundry that has piled up in the utility room, futzing in the Nursdio, checking my hospital bag again, writing up procedures for my Temp replacement at work, updating old procedure write-ups, checking the car seat again, finalizing my birth plan, going over the piles of papers I’ve accumulated regarding childbirth and babies over the past 9 months to make sure I haven’t missed something vital, getting my phone numbers in order…you know, the usual stuff. = )
I did take time last week to wander the yard for a bit and enjoy nature. Because nature is blossoming and blooming and pollinating and springing up and I’m still waiting…
At this point there’s no medical reason to induce, at least not until next week if I make it that far, so I don’t have a definite date to pinpoint when Baby Boy will be born and it’s driving me a bit crazy. Much as I would love to say-la-vee the situation (to put it phonetically) I find I’m much more impatient than I ever thought I would be to welcome this baby to our lovely world.
I *am* still enjoying the feel of him moving inside me, though. I’ll miss that greatly when it’s gone. Well, maybe not the nerve pain that stabs down my right leg on occasion, but the rest of it for sure.
Wish me luck he’ll be there soon!