That said, I've been feeling "overdue" for the last week even though tomorrow is the actual big day. Tomorrow is also Magson's birthday. Maybe baby girl wants to crash his party. Maybe she just wants to be fashionably late. Maybe she wants to be really late. I don't know.
Whatever the case, here are some of the thoughts that have been running through my head today, this the eve of my due date:
This morning after waking up to Magson's wailing:
I am a beached whale. How on earth am I supposed to get out of this bed?
It took three gusto-filled attempts to successfully roll myself off my mattress. I then waddled, waddled, waddled to Magson's crib side where I barely managed to lift him out. He continued to cry because I didn't retrieve his toy cell phone from the corner of his crib. I offered him a lame attempt at getting it.
"See? I can't reach it."
I showed him three times that I really couldn't reach that phone, but each time I managed to get unconvincingly closer to it.
Okay, okay. I guess I can reach it. But should I have to at Week 40?
I reached it. I gave it to him. He still cried.
Three kids? Did I really sign up for three kids? Can we handle THREE KIDS!?
I'm sick of these clothes. I need to go shopping for new maternity clothes. If I have to wear this shirt one more time...Ugh! Marie, there is no point in buying new clothes this late in the game. Suck it up. You can go shopping for real clothes soon.
I'm sleepy. I don't want to have the baby today. Maybe tomorrow. And why is it that I don't want an epidural? Am I really going to do this naturally? Is that smart? --???--
On a cheerier note (and I know most of you saw these on Facebook already), my sweet and talented photography friend took some maternity shots of me a few weeks ago. Check out her blog: Shannon Morgan Photography. You'll have to scroll down a little ways to find me.
She's pretty incredible, don't you think? Thanks a million, Shannon! I love them!