Nope, nothing yet.
Just saying.
I’m not even that Braxton-Hicks-y. The six and seventh month had WAY more uncomfortable contracting than this, the 41st week.
Babby’s still moving, though, which is important, even if he is still floating around under my ribs.
Meanwhile, my mother has taken over, and is cooking, cleaning, and currently hunched over in my yard digging up weeds with a trowel, which essentially means digging up my entire YARD with a trowel, since there is no plant life in my yard which is not, by definition, a weed.
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Boo-hiss! (We were talking about you on DC last night! =)
You at least comfortable/relaxed-ish?
Ooh, really? I feel special!
And yes, I’m perfectly comfortable. Comfortable to the point where I wouldn’t believe that I was ACTUALLY past my due date if we hadn’t had that early ultrasound which managed to date the pregnancy quite accurately. I could easily believe I had a month left.
But I don’t.
I can see how your ribs would make good bookshelves. Makes sense.
I must have a whole library in there.
At this point, I was alternately going through periods of calm thinking “the baby will get here when it gets here,” and periods of being really sad and discouraged, thinking, “I’m going to be pregnant forever.” Mike had a pool going at work, in which people put in money and bet on the due date. The last day that anybody bet anything was on the 29th of May, and as you know, Violet wasn’t born until June 7th. Not to mention, Mike’s mom was calling every 2nd day, “is the baby here yet?” like we would have had the baby and forgotten to tell her or something. I don’t know if you’re feeling/experiencing some or all of the same things, but let me tell you, once you hold that baby in your arms, the moments leading up to it will seem completely inconsequential. Just be as comfortable as you can be, and revel in not having to feel guilty about doing sweet f**k all. 😉
Haven’t heard a peep from the in-laws. I guess grandbaby number 10 is boring as heck to them.
I’m alternately going through phases of “let’s get this party started” and “noooo, this may be my last chance to sit down and watch a DVD movie all the way through without having to stop it a zillion times and deal with three hours of screaming infant.”
Hee! Well, at least SHE’S keeping busy! 😛
Don’t worry — you’ll get your uterus back soon. He can’t stay in there forever. You have my sympathy, though. Waiting sucks, especially for something so important. Come on, Babby!
I don’t think he has the slightest clue that he’s supposed to leave, and my body’s like “what? what’s wrong with it? Do you know how BIG this thing is? It can’t come OUT. It stays IN…”
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