Yowza, 38 of 40 weeks completed! I'm still trying to figure out just how something that seemed so far away seems to have come upon us so quickly! More than anything everyday I wake up wondering - is today the day we get to meet our little man? I find myself staring at my belly a lot lately, looking for a sign, a hint a clue as to when this may all go down - and nothing. All I can see is a belly that seems to double in size day by day. Things are definitely getting a bit tight in the tummy area and each day I can't imagine getting bigger - and then against all odds I wake the next morning to an even bigger belly. Getting out of bed is a riot in the mornings. I'm like a beached wale rolling side to side and usually after a few distress signals (that come out as grunts and groans that I am sure are very lady like) Brett will come running to help get me out of my sea of pillows and blankets.
It's strange to be under a deadline that has no date - at least no date that baby is willing to share with us. Most days I just feel like a ticking time bomb. We go see the doctor on a weekly basis now and each week we get a good report that things are progressing well and as they should be, "another centimeter dilated baby has dropped, etc, etc" However, when Brett and I press for a prediction on delivery date our doctor just laughs and says 50/50 - which basically means your guess is as good as mine.
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