37 weeks. That was a milestone that I was happy and relieved to make. (David was simply happy to make it back home from South Dakota still pregnant!) It’s weird, this irritable uterus business, because I’ve been both VERY confident that I would make it to term, stupid never-ending contractions aside, AND YET. One doesn’t want to get too cocky when it comes to contractions and preterm babies, ya know?
So here we are, officially “full term”. All along I’ve said I’d love to have this baby before school starts (on Sept 6th), and yet now that I’m here… well, I could be singing a different tune as early as TOMORROW, but right now? I do not feel ready to have a baby this week or next.
Furthermore, we are not AT ALL ready to have a baby in this household. As of yesterday, I had not washed a SINGLE baby item. A few weeks ago David and I rooted around in the attic, pulling out a heap of things we’ll use for the new baby. David carried it all downstairs and left it in a large pile on Marin’s floor, where it has remained. We still didn’t know where the changing table or glider would go (baby will share a room with Marin, but we don’t want to go into her room in the middle of the night to change or rock baby); we still had not figured out nailed down the cloth diaper situation; I still needed to buy a diaper bag.
Yesterday, though, we kicked ourselves into gear. I purchased some cloth diapers and a diaper bag. We rearranged our room to make room for the changing table and rocker. I sorted all the baby clothes and blankets and have started washing baby loads. We prepped the cloth diapers. I placed an order on Amazon for a few misc other things we “needed”.
In the middle of all of this, I started have contractions– big deal right? I’ve been doing that for months. But these felt different- much more ouchy and really low in a strip across my hips. They weren’t regular at all but were frequent enough that David wrote them down for awhile, sort of half-heartedly. We both know we’ll probably have many nights of contractions that lead to no where, if my other labors are any indication (hello, prodromal labor, how YOU doin’?). But it was a reality check for sure.
The good thing is, now David is as motivated as I am to GET SHIT DONE, YO. And while we’re not physically ready to have a baby in this house, I’m also not emotionally ready to be done with pregnancy. YET. As I said, that will probably change hourly between now and my due date. Meanwhile, I’ll be over here, furiously nesting the days away. (You should see my LIST, ya’ll.)
(Me, with that ridiculous belly, with my family and grandparents on the day of Grandma’s 80th birthday party. I have to admit to feeling a little smug and badass, traveling in that… STATE. )