It's August 29th. Do you know what that means? It's almost September. The past couple of mornings have been chilly. Almost sweater chilly. Given my tendency to feel like melting and dying lately, the change in weather is more than welcome. Even though we're still hitting 90 degrees in the middle of the day, the cool mornings remind me that summer (like pregnancy) will not go on forever, even if it feels that way most days.
But then, I realize that it's almost fall, and that this baby will be here in 7 - 9 weeks. Roughly. And that I'm considered full-term in a mere 27 days. That's when they tell you, "It could be any day now!" Which, in reality, is just a cruel joke when a woman ends up going 2 weeks overdue, but that's another issue entirely.
Hence, the panic. I'm not really panicking. Actually, I've finally started to get flickers of real excitement and anticipation about this baby coming. But there's still so much to do. Including set up a nursery, which she will not sleep in...ever, if she's anything like her brother. So, while I know she doesn't need a nursery, I do. And I'm an irrational pregnant lady, so I'm allowed to demand things that like.
The only problem is that the nursery is currently the guest bedroom. And the room that needs to be the guest bedroom is...well, not in any shape for guests. That's for sure. The beauty of panic, though, is that it gets things done.
See? Photographic evidence that I'm not as lazy and useless at almost 34 weeks pregnant as I feel. And, if my mudding and taping job on this drywall isn't perfect, I can blame it on my lack of balance and flexibility thanks to my ever-expanding bump. And the fact that my hips feel like they're trying to run away from my spine.
But, we're one step closer to checking one more thing off the to-do list, so it'll be worth it in the end, right?
And then there's the matter of preparing to actually get this baby out of my body. I have a lot of thoughts about birth. Hopefully I can sit and share them soon. If for no other reason than to get my own feelings straight. I've been reading the Birth Without Fear Blog a lot lately. It's helping. I hate that "fear" even has any place in birth (or pregnancy or motherhood), but the sad reality is that there are lots of people in this world who - whether they mean to or not - scare pregnant ladies about what's right or wrong or best for your baby. Or, at least, they scare me.
So, until I can write it all out, do any of you have birth stories to share (or link to)? The more I can read, the more prepared I feel. I love birth stories. Is that weird?