Full-term now, and into the 38th week. I can’t believe it. And I can’t see my feet.

That said, I am really not expecting the kid to come out any time soon, solely based on my history with that sort of thing. I’m actually really laid back about the whole situation. The car has no gas, the hospital bag isn’t packed, the baby’s room isn’t set up, I’m not doing anything like I did last time to get baby out (reflexology, hypnobirthing visualizations, evening primrose oil, walking three miles a day, etc). I DID buy a pineapple today, but mainly just because it sounded good. And I have been sitting and bouncing on the giant ball lately, but mainly because Rosemary laughs really hard when I bounce with her on it.

My doctor’s appointments are weekly now. It seems extremely excessive to go pay for an hour of parking downtown to pee in a cup (getting increasingly difficult) and have my blood pressure checked, but I suppose a weekly stepping on the scale is a good reminder to lay off the cupcakes. As of today, I am not dilated at all. The baby is head-down and in a good position (I can feel a baby rump up on my left side). So we wait.

Sleeping is uncomfortable and the baby moves a lot all night, so I am perpetually tired. I am much more uncomfortable at this point than I ever was with my first pregnancy…so maybe that’s a sign that it’s making its way out?

In other preparations, I’ve installed the car seat, set up the moses baskets,and resolved our double-stroller issue. I’m thinking seriously about packing the hospital bag, but I generally need all of the stuff right now that I would put in there…so that might have to wait. And Andrew has started spouting off potential names right and left…none of which are very good. :) I’ve also ordered Rosemary a 4-foot stuffed rainbow trout from Cabela’s. We bring home the baby and she gets a giant fish. Seems only fair. 

I’m very excited to meet the little rib-kicker. Any day now….