40 weeks ... or something

Before I start this week's update, I have a slight confession to make. I've been lying to you for the past 30 weeks or so. Somehow, somewhere along the line I started giving my weekly pregnancy updates on Thursdays, just like today.

But, um, I am not due today. I am due tomorrow. So, somehow, I got myself mixed up and was always one day ahead of schedule.

So, technically, I will not be 40 weeks until tomorrow but I thought I should stick to my Thursday updates so as to not get you all confused. Because, I know that would be confusing, right??

Anyway - here we are 40 weeks - minus one day :)

I am feeling good, albeit tired and very ready.

Since I first found out I was pregnant I predicted that the baby would be born on either September 14th or September 21st. Clearly, I was wrong about the 14th. So we shall see about the 21st! I would be happy to welcome the Monkey before the 21st, but if we have to wait until then, that's fine, too.

My midwife is confident that I am making some progress. She said the baby's head is "super, super low" (her words) and that my cervix is very short and thin. She said there is a little bit of dilation but assured me that I should not fixate on dilation at this point. She said many women walk around somewhere between a 1-4 for weeks without going into labor while others can be completely undilated and still have their baby's within a matter of hours. She said the baby's head lowering and the effacement are what really matter at this point, and both are looking good.

I cried in her office yesterday and the whole way home from my appointment. I'm not sure why. I expressed some of my concerns to her about fearing that I will be one of those women who never goes into labor on her own. She tried to reassure me that I likely will go into labor on my own and told me that she could tell by the way I walked up the stairs that I am going to go into labor. Um, what? I'm not entirely sure I understand the meaning of this statement, but hey, I'll trust her.

I am trying not to live my life constantly thinking "is today the day?" but, if you've ever had a baby, I'm sure you can understand that is nearly impossible. I do wake up every morning wondering if today is the day.

My body has been playing some tricks on me. I start getting crampy around 2-3 pm almost every day and it lasts until well into the evening but seems to settle down when I go to sleep. I asked my friend if she thought it would be a good idea for me to just stay awake forever so that it doesn't die down. She said no. I think I agree with her. I've also been battling the return of the morning sickness some days, so you know what that means, a few hours to a few weeks!

I am eager and ready but I know that Baby will come when Baby comes.

And, oh, for the record, the Little Monkey is a girl (I think).