So Ready.

My official due date is in four days. I feel like it was three weeks ago. My Dr. said he'll induce sometime next week if the baby still hasn't come by then. I was so sure this baby would come early. December 31st at the latest. Now I am starting to question if I will ever really have a baby at all. The past week has gone by as slowly as the last 39 weeks combined. Maybe slower. School starts back up again on Monday and the baby still isn't here. This was not my plan. This was the plan: have the baby by the end of December, have a couple weeks before school started to recuperate, and everything would be fine… Not. Happening.

I have organized and re-organized everything from the baby's clothes and diapers, to our sock drawer, to the food in our cupboards. Sometimes I vacuum three times a day. I now know the true meaning of the word 'nesting'. And now Joe knows the true meaning of the term 'pregnant wife', and why it has such a bad reputation. He's had it easy, but now I am making up for it. I can't sit for longer than 5 minutes, can't stand for longer than 10 minutes, can't sleep or eat without complaining about something (huge feet, being kicked in the ribs, achy legs, sore muscles, and just added this week: stretch marks). I'm sorry Joe; one day this baby will come and I'll be my good old comfortable self again. Until then, keep pretending like you care and feel really bad for me. It somehow helps.