See the countdown above? I find it amusing that it says I am “0 days pregnant.” (Granted, it does say “40 weeks AND 0 days pregnant”. That is beside the point.) I can assure you, even though today is my actual due date, I am still very much pregnant. 
It just struck me as funny when I read it.
Which means, yes, we are still waiting on Thumper to make her arrival. Or for my body to speed things along. Whichever way you look at it…we’re still waiting. And anxiously at that.
I have become an even bigger emotional disaster these last few days. I don’t know what the big deal is really…apparently first-time moms tend to go over their due dates. I’ve had a few friends recently who have. But it’s still hard to feel like I keep letting people down when I get the “You’re STILL pregnant?” or the “You STILL haven’t had that baby?” comment. We want her here, too. I promise! I go to sleep every night hoping I’ll be startled awake by shooting pains. Seriously…..who hopes for pain? Me! That’s who!
I’ve been having some contractions off and on, but nothing terribly consistent. I have my next appointment on Monday to schedule an induction if I’m not already holding this little bundle of stubborn joy! My mother did remind me that she knew a certain someone who also took her sweet time making their arrival (AKA ME, if you didn’t catch that one). We were really hoping she’d be more like Chuck on that front and want to be good and punctual. And by Chuck standards, punctual in this case would be early. Apparently she has more of me in her when it comes to being on time!
So, I am trying to keep myself busy and make my best attempt at not crying at every little thing. Here’s to lots of loads of laundry, walking on the treadmill, lots of future blog posts, gorging myself on food I find around the house and resorting and cleaning things that don’t need sorting or cleaning.
