If it doesn't happen soon, I'll have to take a ride on a really bumby road. So, I'm still very pregnant. This baby isn't as anxious to get out as the other three were. Tomorrow, I will mark my 39th week. My son was born right at 39 weeks.
I few times I thought I saw the signs. The fact that I have been able to keep the downstairs clean the past week and a half, was a sure sign of the nesting instinct, or at least so I thought.
We aren't going to Church (again) tomorrow, simply because I don't think I will be able to get up in time. This would be the third Sunday in a row. The first Sunday, I had a terrible cold and the midwife said that I should stay home and get better. Last Sunday, we went to my mother's house for a Christmas Brunch, which was too early for us to make it to Church and back in time.
While I don't look forward to the pain, I will be glad when this is over. It would be nice to quickly pick up something on the floor again, or to see my feet, or to walk up the stairs without feeling so winded.
I miss those days...
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