7 more days...sigh.

I promise I am not holding out on you.  There is no need to text/call/email or otherwise ask me if I've had this baby, in fact it just kind of irritates me if we're being honest.  I will tell you, I promise.  You won't be the first to know, but you'll know.  :)

Being past due feels a little like not being invited to your own birthday party.  Every day it leaves me feeling like "hey, what about me?!"  I've started getting sympathetic looks from friends and strangers.  It's like everyone knows.  I guess they might know because I'm SO gigantic.  In reality, the doctor says the baby doesn't feel huge, but in that same reality I FEEL HUGE.  I have to be strategic about how to put on pants each morning.  I'm down to 5 shirts and 3 pairs of pants.  I can't button any of my jackets, which is okay since I'm so hot all the time the cold usually feels like a gift from above.

I have delusional dreams of going into labor naturally.  But it's easier for me to cope if I just believe he isn't coming until his induction day on the 17th.  I guess technically the induction starts on the 16th, but he won't likely come until the 17th.  Either way, this is only one week away.  So now I know without question that within a week, I will finally meet our son.  I couldn't be more excited and ready.

In the meantime, I am LOVING not being at work.  I thought I'd regret burning a week and half of leave before he came, but that isn't the case.  I don't regret it at ALL.  I've been visiting friends, cleaning every surface of our house, taking walks and otherwise totally enjoying myself before my whole world revolves around parenting.  As a result, I feel relaxed (as much as can be expected when you can only sit leaning to one side), happy, rested and thankful.

Love to you all!