I can’t believe I’m still here, still pregnant. The days seem to pass more and more slowly the longer I have to wait. Although I’m only officially 38 weeks today, it’s more likely I’m about 39 weeks. Did any of you suspect I’d make it this far? I know I certainly didn’t.
On the bright side, I think it’s possible I’m starting to lose my mucous plug, although very slowly if that’s possible. I’m too grossed out by the idea to give any details, but I’m letting myself get my hopes up because I’m eager for a sign of progress, any sign at all. I go to the doctor again tomorrow, so maybe I’ll get some good news then.
I think sometimes the thought that I really could pop anytime hasn’t quite sunk in. I spent the day yesterday across town hanging out with a friend. I was a full hour away from home. That sounds awfully reckless to me now, but it didn’t feel like a big deal at the time. I felt kind of bad for my perpetually single, innocent friend when I had one bad contraction and had to explain that although it was a contraction, it didn’t mean I was in labor. Poor thing, thinking I’d be delivering a baby in her living room.
M and I both had a gut feeling that last night might just be IT. Obviously we were wrong, but we made a few last preparations, just in case. One of those preparations was to take last belly pictures. It helped that I’d bothered with make-up and jewelry yesterday for the first time in ages, so we figured we should take advantage of the opportunity to take better pictures. I still think I look pretty hideous, but you’re mostly looking at the belly anyway, right?
And a bonus picture of PJ
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