Okay, maybe just one comment: False labor all damn weekend. One "oh shit, did my water just break?" moment (NO, BUT EW), countless motherfucking bend-over-and-yelp level contractions, still no actual -- you know -- BABY.
I'm actually closer to 39 weeks now, but I forgot to post photos on Friday because I was busy taking a nap. Well, I TRIED to take a nap but the baby woke up and was kicking too hard for me to take a nap. He's really very pointy. I just lay on the couch and moaned instead, then ate an entire pint of Ben & Jerry's frozen yogurt, and dude. It's low fat and delicious but that is just not a good idea when your stomach has been displaced to a small area somewhere under your left boob. After that there was some more moaning.
Anyway. I am in no mood for life right now, and my irritation at everything is irritating me even more than my very sore hip joints.
Nine days to go. I know I'll miss his jabby elbows and the feel of his toes under my skin. I know I will. But right now the idea of holding him in my arms is freaking delicious, so forgive the crazy back-and-forth between "OMFG BABY IN NINE DAYS HALP" and "OMFG NINE DAYS UNTIL BABY ARE YOU KIDDING ME." I don't even know anymore either. Perhaps I should get back to work on that nap, or refold the burp cloths, or make sure that all the lightbulbs are still screwed in securely.