I'm to the point where people are starting to expect me to give birth any day. We're near the end, but it doesn't feel like it yet - not to me. The women in my birth club on babycenter are all having their babies and talking about how they want nothing more than to just get their babies out of them - I don't feel that way yet. I've enjoyed being pregnant, and I'm not in any hurry for it to be over. I'm anxious to meet our daughter, of course, but not to the point where I'm wishing desperately to feel those first birthing waves. I'm uncomfortable - it's getting a little harder every day to get up from a seated position, to get out of bed, to walk across the parking lot to my work meetings, to get out of the car, to bend over to pick something up - but I'm far from the miserable that's described by the women who are at a similar point in their pregnancies. Maybe I'm just incredibly lucky. I'm willing to accept that as fact.
We spent a million dollars this past weekend. Okay, not a million, but it sort of felt like it. It was a lot. Stroller, play yard, diaper bag, diaper pail and liners, more cloth diapers, diaper sprayer, a rug for the nursery - all sorts of odds and ends we needed. I also picked up some new nursing bras and tanks. I finally feel confident that we have the things we need, that we're ready to bring a baby home. I still have a bit of laundry to do, and I haven't yet packed my hospital bag, but somehow that doesn't worry me - I feel like we're ready.
I've checked out mentally at work. I just have a hard time giving a shit about what's going on there when I'm so consumed by what's going on here, inside my head. I guess that's to be expected. It's hard to focus on anything other than baby at this point. I'm ate up with baby.
Have I mentioned I'm having my placenta encapsulated? I'm having my placenta encapsulated, in an effort to avoid postpartum depression, and to help boost my milk supply. Jimi sort of thinks I'm crazy, but he's agreed to pay half the fee and not make faces about it, so long as I don't mention the details too much. My Granny suffered from some pretty serious PPD, and Stacy had issues last year after Addy Rose was born - I'd really like to avoid the emotional crazies as much as possible. If that means eating part of myself, well, bon appetit. Jimi mentioned the other day how awesome this pregnancy has been for me in terms of my mood and my level of happy - and he's right, I've been on a big fat bouncy cloud of happy for months and months and months. Mood swings, hormonal rages - none of that has been my pregnancy experience. He's a little scared of what may happen after delivery - I think that also helped get him on board with the placenta-eating. Do what you've got to do, ya know?
I'm guessing baby girl will show up this weekend - I'm saying labor will start Friday night and she'll be here Saturday morning. This past Sunday, Jimi said I still have 16 more days, putting her arrival at February 25th or so. I don't think it'll take that long. We'll see which of us is right. I'm probably so ridiculously wrong. But maybe not.