Happy due date to me, happy due date to me...
Today it feels like the real waiting begins. I knew there wouldn't be a baby here by now, but now it feels like it really could be any day now. What an unpredictable mess. Now we get to find out if he beats me to his eviction late next week.
I swear if I wasn't such a poon I would try a homebirth. It would be so easy to not have to worry about tracking some pattern before going to the hospital, not having to wear a thin, entirely too revealing gown, getting poked for an IV, and having 5 different nurses sticking their hands inside your bajingo. Not to mention the comfort of your own bed, bath tub, couch, what have you. Just call the midwife when you feel things start to move. But seeing as I have no idea if I could handle the pain of going natural and am staring a pitocin-laden birth fate right in the face, there is no way I could do it this time. If I make it through this one without a c-section, then I will likely consider it with the next.
What is on the agenda for my due date? I have some dishes that need doing, some vacuuming, laundry...Vance and I have also decided to add a new less-than-human family member. We're going to drain and clean the 55 gallon tank and probably put a ball python in there. Don't worry, they don't get big enough to eat babies. Or cats. Bummer.
I'm going to try to get some sleep now.