I am now 36 weeks pregnant, and all I can think of is having this baby. Soon. I would love for him to arrive within the next two weeks. I keep telling him that whenever he wants to come out, he's more than welcome to. I even had a dream that I was in labor last night. Never mind that it was completely a whack-a-doo dream that I usually have (I was in a sailboat with Jack and the couple that bought ours, but it wasn't the one we sold them, and the boat was going fast and there was a big ol' catfish swimming in the boat because there was water in it, and it kept swimming up to me and I was in labor. Weird.) To say the least, I am anxious and excited all at once, and really want to meet the little boy who keeps pretending to be a soccer player in my belly.
Anyhow, apart from that dream, I slept horribly last night. I have done NOTHING all day. It was an effort to shower. Seriously. I need to do something soon-maybe I'll change the sheets on our bed and put away laundry.
I have my 36 week appointment on Thursday. Fun times. Those of you who have been pregnant know what that means! ;) Maybe the OB can tell me some good news-like "oh my, you're really dilated and thinned out, you should be ready to go to the hospital today!" Yeah, I know I am dreaming there.
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