I am now hanging out at 39.5 weeks, although according to me I'm due tomorrow.
I've been 1 cm dilated for over a week now.
Baby is head down and estimated by ultrasound last week to be 9 lbs., 2 oz (except that I think those measurements are crap)
I don't have Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease (a scare for a few days)
I have 100 pages left in my re-read of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and then I can start Deathly Hallows.
People who put spoilers on their blogs without warning should be strung up by their toenails.
I actually scheduled another appointment with my obstetrician for next Thursday, although if I actually have to go I'm not going to be very happy. He's trying to be upbeat and chipper about everything, which I appreciate, but I think he knows I'm just about around the bend.
I know I'm going to go into labor when my house is at its worst, so I should just go ahead and let it go instead of obsessing about keeping it clean.
I have a pedicure this afternoon. Maybe that will get things going.
If not, I'm ordering a pepperoni pizza tomorrow night. I ate pepperoni pizza the night before I went into labor with Joshua on the suggestion of one of my parishioners.
Most of my clothes don't fit anymore. I have to wear a belly band with everything now, and even that isn't always preventing a crack attack. I have to do my laundry every three days just to have enough clothes to wear.
We have a name picked out. I just can't wait to meet the little girl who goes with it.
I know I'm lucky that I've had an easy pregnancy and that I have a completely-cooked baby ready to come out, but the anticipation is just about to do me in.