|very poor spelling, I do what I want!
||[Dec. 18th, 2006|08:37 am]
13 days is all that is left untill my due date.
I try really hard to charish these very special last moments of pregnancy, and if I don't look at it like that I might just loose it and take half of Portland down with me. Indeed I have been reaping the benifits of Abi being inside instead of outside. I've been marithon sleeping like a champion. My sleeping patterns are really weird and whacked out, but I'm so well rested. We'll see how long that lasts.
My doctor's appointments are weekly and for the last couple weeks I have been crossing my fingers that I'd go in for my pelvis exam and he'd be like..."PUSH!"
Last thursday he looked at me with a bit a of puzzled look and said "no baby?". -sigh- He seemed surprised that my cervix wasn't ripening. My belly is the size of a small country. I would have never thought my body was capible of stretching out this big.
My predictions of when labor will start are always changing. The first week of December I was in so much pain and I thought the baby would drop on the floor at any moment. I have a funny feeling that I am going to be late and have to be enduced. I feel like I'm always being tested, but by whom? Couldn't tell you.
I've messed around with Abi's room so much already I just can't do it anymore. Everything is clean and cozy, her bed is turned down, everything is displayed nicley for her presentation and enjoyment. Just add baby.
I've been sitting alone on this couch, in this livingroom for what seems like an eternity. It's pretty lonley in here. I am very glad that we moved, I love it here. But sometimes I wish we could have waited untill after the pregnancy. I would have liked to share it with my friends and family. Alas I know if we didn't do it the way we did we'd still be in Ventura, which probably wouldn't be a good thing.
I am in a different mode than the few friends I have here. They are exited for me and enthusiastic, yet I feel like an outsider, a burdon. I feel like they think katie mae was a lot more fun when she liked to drink people under the table. I'm just done with that and no one seems to understand.
Center stage Abigail, no cold feet! It's your turn to shine.