I'll be 39 weeks on Sunday so I'm still technically 38.5 weeks, but close enough, right?
My last day of work is tomorrow and that's a strange thing to think about. I started training my replacement this week and I'm sure I've forgotten a plethora of things, but she's a smart girl and I have no worries that she'll figure it out and do a great job. I've been at this company for nearly five years now and it will be weird not to come here every day anymore. The day I hand in my security badge will be a strange one to be sure.
I'm excited, though. I feel like the next step in my life (motherhood) is absolutely the right one for me to take. I know it's going to be a lot harder than I probably could realize right now, but I suspect it will also be a lot more rewarding. Or at least have a lot more rewarding moments amidst the dirty diapers, messes, and sleepless nights.
Honestly, the sleepless nights are what terrify me the most. I have always been a sleeper (I was sleeping through the night on my own at five weeks old) and sleep has always been super important to me and my sanity. I'm nervous to see what happens when I'm deprived it for weeks on end. I hear you adapt somehow, though. Thankfully.
My baby has dropped quite a bit, but I've carried high this entire pregnancy so I'm still able to walk almost normally. I have adopted the pregnancy waddle, though, to the delight of several of my coworkers.
In spite of carrying lower I have hardly dilated. At my last appointment my doctor told me I wasn't even dilated to a 1. So I'm pretty confident I'm delivering this baby after her due date. Thankfully this isn't a huge game-changer for me because I've felt she'd come late this entire pregnancy. My stubborn cervix has simply confirmed that suspicion.
I'm definitely slower than I used to be. It's a lot of work lugging 50 extra pounds around all the time.
Cameron and I moved (yay!) this last Friday which has been a blessing and a little bit stressful. It made Cameron's week this week that much more hectic because he wasn't able to get any homework done over the weekend and he had a concert last night on top of everything else. Our bedroom and bathroom are completely unpacked, and our kitchen is about 80% there. Our living room looks like someone decided to build a fort(ress) out of cardboard boxes. It's a mess and I scare Cameron every time I try to maneuver in there. Baby's room is hardly better. The crib and dresser are set up, but I've unintentionally booby-trapped the entire room with boxes and gifts and clothes that need to be put away. I'm planning to take care of that and the living room next week. Hopefully baby doesn't change her mind and decide to come early!
Baby loves music. Especially choral music when her dad is singing in the choir. She has good taste.
I'm excited to meet her. I think it will be a grand new adventure.
