Come Tuesday I will reach the point where if labor begins then there won’t be anything done to stop it — we’ll just let her come as she may. As the midwife listened to her heartbeat with the Doppler at our appointment last week, I tried to think back to the last time this process made my own heart race. It’s been awhile; her kicking and rolling have served as my sigh of relief since they became daily, now hourly, occurrences. I felt almost nostalgic about those early appointments. Similar to when you find a middle school portrait and just wanna wrap that you in a hug and say, “Its all going to be ok. You’re going to make it through this.”
The tail end of week 36 brought with it a nasty head cold that I will do my best to not whine too much about. Well, not my BEST best. Because I think there may be actual legislation that dictates women in their last month of pregnancy get all the whining and brownies they want. No? You should double check because I could’ve sworn…
I was fortunate enough to get my Friday covered at work so I could get a head start on beating this thing. And thank goodness I did because damn does asthma complicate things. What the hell, lungs? The lovely Spring-like temps served as a bright spot though, and we managed to get out into the fresh air for a few hours each day to run small errands here and there (in yoga pants of course because those are also included in the Month Nine legislation). Sunday, we grabbed lunch at Chipotle (sofritas salad, yes please) before grocery shopping. I slid into the booth and attempted to adjust the table because there was barely any room for the sizable bump on my front. Clearly the previous occupants had shifted the table during their stay! Except, uh, nope. Those tables are bolted to the floor, Rachel. Your midsection is just THAT big now. Impressive.
This weekend also brought a lot of cleaning and organizing in the house. I had written up a list of all the random, junky, forgotten spaces that should probably be paid attention to before the newborn haze destroys any hope of deep cleaning for a long time. I figured there was no way we’d complete everything, but if we could tackle a few of them and make a fair dent that would be great! I underestimated the baby daddy nesting instinct; Andrew has up and finished that whole damn list save for one last item! I’m currently researching a way to bottle this up and will let y’all know when I’m ready to go to market.
I could very well still be pregnant a month from now, or she could be here this week. I read this quote somewhere and it’s awfully fitting: “Waiting for a baby is like picking up someone from the airport but you don’t know who they are or what time their flight comes in.” The ball is in your court, Ros. Always has been, really. You’ve got a completed (and freakin’ cute, if I do say so myself) nursery and two very excited & anxious parents here waiting for you. We’re ready when you are!