37+

 

As of tomorrow, I will be 38 weeks pregnant.  The picture above is from earlier this week, when I felt certain I would be going into labor at any moment.  It's so funny how pregnancy brain works.  I was utterly convinced last weekend that I'd have the baby within the week.  Today, I am convinced she won't come until we induce like we did with Juliet.  Honestly, I'm fine if she doesn't show up this week.  Dr. Dixon is out of town, and because of silly hospital regulations, I am apparently required to have a doctor in the room when the baby comes.  I'm not interested in having another doctor there.  If it's not going to be Dixon, then I don't need/want a doctor.  (More signs of craziness?  Possibly.  I can admit that.)

We are almost completely prepared for ARH.  Bags are packed.  The nursery is ready with two exceptions.  Using Pinterest as my inspiration, I had this great idea for how to display ARH's name in her nursery.  And it went almost flawlessly... But the second letter of her name, for whatever reason, will not hang right.  So, I pulled it all down and am still trying to work out a solution.  And then, Ray decided this week that he might want to change her name.  Really?  Really?!?  She's going to be here in a matter of weeks, it took us months to agree upon a name, and now you want to change it?  Sigh.  If it's that important to him, then okay.  I'm just going to let it ride until she's actually here.  Babies are born every day without a name settled upon. We'll figure it out.

Most nights, I have a hard time going to sleep because I feel such a sense of excitement about ARH coming.  I told Ray one night, "I feel like tomorrow's Christmas or something!"  Maybe all this anticipation is good for me.  It will remind me of what it's like to be a small kid around Christmas.  You know this awesome thing is coming, but you really have no idea when.  

It's going to be great!