I have to admit it. I'm getting anxious for this baby to come. Me, whose always scoffed when women start complaining at the end of pregnancy. "A baby's a lot easier to take care of on the inside than on the outside!" I always say.
But I don't remember feeling this tired at the end of my first two pregnancies. I know Grouper didn't drop this early, so I wasn't feeling the pressure and prodromal labor symptoms. But maybe it's too long ago to remember accurately. Or maybe I'm just getting old.
My friend Carla took the boys' Sunday School class for me this morning. I was really hoping last night would be IT. And I did have a few contractions that woke me up periodically. But nothing that stuck. I didn't even start thinking about doing anything to get things going with Grouper until after my due date. And yet tonight, with 8 days to go, I suggested we take a family walk -- because walking always helps my contractions get stronger. Nevermind the high winds blowing up dust everywhere outside or the dark clouds above.
So, we did. After I made dinner, and went grocery shopping.
I guess I figure I've been too sedentary lately. Lots of naps, lots of knitting. I finished my first diaper soaker on Thursday! Then yesterday I dyed another skein, using coffee this time. I named the colorway it produced "caramel cappuccino." And I started another soaker. It's not that I have nothing to do if Baby Fish does wait another week or two.
Nonetheless, in the car on the way back from the store, I was bouncing him to the beat of my pre-labor theme song... "Do a little dance. Make a little love. Get down tonight. Get down tonight."
'Cause if you hadn't heard -- what gets them in, can get them out.