Psych

A few months ago I tricked myself into believing that because Leah was one week early and Adam was two weeks early, the baby sister was going to come early as well.  Maybe not three weeks early, but early enough that when I heard that things were progressing at my last doctor's appointment, I took that as a sign that she would be here no later than July 22nd- 13 days early.  I have no idea why I thought that.  While I'm still only 38 weeks pregnant, not a week overdue, in my mind I am past due.  I have completed the ever-looming to-do list, I've scrubbed my house to within an inch of it's life, I've packed and repacked our bags, and now I'm done. 

I'm done trying to keep my house clean 24 hours a day for fear that I'll have to leave for the hospital with a dish in the sink (gasp!).  I'm done wondering if every twinge is a contraction.  I'm done propping myself up in the night with a bed full of pillows and still waking up in the morning with numb hips.

I'm also done answering the question, "How are you feeling?" but at the same time, I'm so grateful to be surrounded by people that actually do care how I am feeling.  These are just the days that you forget about when you sign up for another baby, and I'm looking forward to forgetting them again.  She's worth it, absolutely, but that doesn't make it any easier.  So instead of worrying when? when? when? I'm just going to sit back and try to relax while I can.  Of course, it's 100 degrees outside and I can't get around much without waddling, so the the sitting back part comes pretty easily.  Any guesses on how much longer it will be?  I need some entertainment.

The only picture with me in it for now- enjoying an indoor picnic in our glorious central air-conditioned house.