This little tyke will not be an October baby, which sways the scales in November's favor for birthdays. Dan's dad and sister have birthday's in October. My dad and sister have birthday's in November. Dan pointed out that our little family will be a November, December, January line up. All of this is just part of the talk that keeps me slightly distracted from the fact that I am still pregnant. (Not that I can avoid that for long - I'm in good spirits but moving is a bit more cumbersome these days.)
I was due on Sunday. I went to work on Monday. I thought it would be fine, but I got so overwhelmed with the number of people talking about the fact that I didn't have the baby (!!!) I started to get pretty upset. I know that she will come when she's ready. I know that other's know she will come when she's ready. However, when talking about it, they all seem to forget that. I started to feel like a big failure for not having the baby when I was "supposed to."
I didn't go to work today.
I was hoping to work up until I went into labor, but I'm becoming attracted to the idea of be done. And being home. And resting. And not worrying about bookfairs and digital sales. In fact, I've been reading a book all morning! All morning!
I'm having contractions, but they are about 10 to 20 minutes apart and vary in length.This has been the case for the past three or four weeks. Dan and I have big plans to go grocery shopping. Yesterday our big plan was vacuuming. Maybe tomorrow our big plan will involve a hospital! I have an appointment tomorrow for my weekly checkup so we will see what's going on. I opted out of getting checked last week (as it is a wholly unwelcome experience) but now that I'm past due (even that is a horrible term) I'm sure they will want