The home stretch. That is where we are at. As of today, we are at 38 weeks, 4 days.
Truth be told, I'm nervous & slightly terrified. Excited, yes, but also just a whole bundle of nerves. Braxton Hicks contractions have been regular and pretty frequent, and things seem to progressing on their own which never really happened with Lucas. So I know this is going to be difference. I HOPE it's different. But with that comes that unknowing.
I'm officially ready for this sweet baby to come. I am uncomfortable in
pretty much all positions, not really sleeping, peeing 10 times a night
and generally just ready to get this show on the road. I don't know how
much more preparing we can do (although I keep finding things) and when
the time comes, it's going to be a frantic dash regardless. Unless I go two weeks late, which good lord, I hope is not the case.
My mental state has gotten a little chaotic. Essentially, all I do is clean. If one thing is out of place, I freak out. I don't want to come home to a messy house, already being behind on household chores, so I've gotten a little crazy about being organized. I wouldn't call it nesting ... just a general sense of crazy. I can admit that!
With all of that said, I don't really have much more to report. We just wait, and every day wonder if today will be the day that this sweet baby comes. Friends are lined up & on standby. Bags are packed. Hospital registration is taken care of. It's just a matter of time.
Hopefully sooner rather than later.