Blah, blah, blah

I'm tired and cranky and still pregnant blah, blah, blah. There really isn't much more I can say at this point. I guess me and Evan are in this for the long haul. The only real big change right now is that I am no longer working. And that stresses me out to no end. Of course, what doesn't stress me out?

After my doctor appointment last week and my subsequent bloody show, I thought for sure I'd be in labor soon. I thought I would go into labor on Friday night. Don't ask me why I thought I knew more than Mother Nature. So I said my goodbyes to all my co-workers on Thursday, turned in my badge and my keys and started my maternity leave. I spent Friday cooking and cleaning and doing some last minute shopping. I got all the laundry and every last little chore that I could think of done. Now, here it is, Sunday afternoon and no action yet. Not even a little bit. And I'm staring down the barrel of a new "work" week. A work week that I most likely could have handled. I'm sure I'd be miserable but at least I'd be making money and not using up precious vacation time.

Joe is thrilled that I'll be staying home. He's glad that I'll be able to "rest" and "relax" before the baby comes. You'd think after almost 9 years together he'd know me better than that. I'm already stressing the fact that I'm not in labor yet. I'm sure with every passing day it's only going to get worse. I'm still not ready to discuss induction yet. The doctor hasn't even brought it up at this point. I'm a firm believer that the baby will come when he is ready. I just wish he was ready right now.

So anyway, I guess I'll just be hanging around the house this week over analyzing every little cramp and twinge and secretion. It's kind of like going through fertility treatments again. Hopefully my next blog entry will be a birth story but, at the rate I'm going, it may still be a while. I do have another week's belly picture to share though. Here I am at 39 weeks: