Most baby's are born between 38 and 42 weeks (with the "due date" being 40 weeks). We're hoping for sooner rather than later around here these days. While I've had an extremely easy, totally healthy, couldn't-ask-for-any-better pregnancy, I'm definitely hitting the "I'm tired of being pregnant" phase.
I would like to be able to walk up a slight incline without sounding like I just ran a marathon. I would like to be able to tie my shoes and breath at the same time. I would like to be able to roll over in bed without having to count to three, take a deep breath, and sling my belly over. I would like to be able to stand at my gas stove without the fear of catching my shirt on fire as I reach for the pot on the back burner. I would like to be able to have sushi with a glass of wine.
And I'm also sort of interested in meeting this little being who has spent the last 9 months using my internal organs as her punching bag.
Eric and I spent most of this weekend finishing up a few final preparations for Z Baby. We made a stock-up trip to the supermarket, installed the car seat base in the backseat of the Punto, finished packing the hospital bags, and completed the loading up of the freezer with some good home-cooking. That last part was the best as we now have a freezer full of bagels (whole wheat and honey oat), Belgium waffles, whole wheat flour tortillas, chili, vegetable chicken soup, lasagna, and lean ground pork sausage (spicy sage sausage and chorizo). And in addition to all the homemade goodies, we bought a bunch of frozen fruit pulp since I can't seem get enough of my fruit smoothies these days.
We pretty much have no space left in our freezer for anything else now, but that also means I can't have any ice cream around the house . . . and to be completely honest, it's really probably safer that way.
I started having light contractions last week and this weekend they started coming more frequently and getting stronger. It excites me that Z Baby is finally going to be making her big entrance into the world - but I'm also trying to remind myself that it could be another 4 weeks.
Patience: really not my thing these days. But I'm trying.