So… no signs of impending labor at all. Every morning Den asks how I’m feeling (he tries to judge if he has a chance of getting out of going to work, lol!), and every day I shrug. Same as yesterday, same as the day before! This week I’ve been to the mall and the park/zoo, both while following a crazy toddler, but that clearly isn’t going to put me in labor (despite what others may think, judging by their sidelong glances). Baby girl is happy in there. I am still feeling fine so there’s no physical reason for me to want to be done, though I am feeling ready to meet her. I just don’t really want to get into June. I have a thing about numbers.
I was not nervous about this birth leading up to full term. I was a little worried about her coming early and crashing my exam or something, but the actual labor and birth experience I was all pumped up for. Yeah, let’s do this! So excited! And then I hit 39 weeks, ran out of things on my to-do list, and started twiddling my thumbs and thinking too much. Now I’m starting to get slightly anxious. It’s the unknown factor. The only thing I can count on is that it’s not going to be the same as my last birth, or the one before that, because every birth is a different experience. Plus I worry now about what time of day will it be, will Kate be sleeping, how long will I be away from her.
But mostly what I’ve been doing is playing Diablo 3. It works on my laptop, which is a small miracle, and it’s a great way to spend my downtime without overthinking anything!