We made it all 40 weeks, baby W!
How am I feeling? I am getting more and more uncomfortable, but that’s a good sign. I know the end is in sight because my doctor will induce me if baby doesn’t arrive by 41 weeks. I guess baby W wants to be a Holy Week baby more than he wanted to be a St. Patrick’s Day baby.
Exercise: is a part of my life again. I feel really good when I’m up walking, so the treadmill and I have rekindled our love. I’m really bummed I finished House of Cards (season four is fantastic!), so if you have another show recommendation, I’m listening.
Frustrations: I know this is just a sign people care, but I had to set my phone aside multiple times this week to avoid the “where is baby?” and “why isn’t your baby here yet?” questions. As if this is about it being convenient for someone else’s schedule. I truly believe baby’s birthday has been on God’s calendar forever, and nothing I do will change it. For those of you I’ve conversed with about other things than baby’s arrival, thank you!
Preparations: John installed a carseat in his Jeep, and he’s now the coolest dad-to-be! We just won’t be riding around with the roof off as much this summer. I’ll see my doctor in a couple of days, and I’m mentally preparing to be induced at the end of the week. My hope is that baby arrives on his own, but right now I’m just listening to my body and my doctors.