39 Weeks

“Yup, I’m pregnant”
“In about a week.”
“Yeah, pretty ready for him to come.”
“Yes, it’s a boy.”
“Yeah, it’s my first.”
Yes, it IS pretty exciting.”
“Yeah, I’m tall.  I guess I carry it well.  Believe me, I’m plenty big.” 

It’s not that I’m annoyed with having the same conversation over and over.  It’s just a very boring conversation that I could self-direct.  But I’m polite and wait for the other person to prompt me with questions. 

I’m so. ready. for him to come.  My calendar has been exhausted.  Last week I had many fun things and errands on my to do list.  I got my car AC fixed, bought cloth diapers with Miranda, bought some new yarn, started a new baby sweater, made some Book of Mormon costumes for my mom’s project, got a massage, went to a small nursing class reunion, had maid service (thank you, Mom!), added to the nursery, and got my house to the point where it doesn’t feel like a disgusting pit of neglect.  I even cooked dinner a couple times and made angelfood cake with lemon curd!  So yeah, my pain is a lot better and I completely credit it to being able to rest away from work.  I only worked 8.5 hours last week.  I wouldn’t mind a little more, but I’ll take too little over too much. 

However, this week?  Completely blank.  Aside from an OB appointment and a couple evening activities that I might have to miss because of work anyway, I have nothing to look forward to.  Sure, there’s little things here and there that I can do to fill my days.  I’m pretty skilled at killing time.  But seriously?  Let’s just move on and get this baby in the world.