Thirty-nine and a half weeks. Theoretically I can deliver at any time but that's not really how I roll. Do you want the run-down? Me too. Here goes:
Emotionally: Sometime last week I hit a brick wall. Not crying yet but I feel like I could...if pressed. On the whole, I feel extremely lucky to have hit it so late. I think I must have wanted to cry for a good three months of my pregnancy with Zac. To counteract the weepies I am making myself busy with a few last-minute things that only sort of need doing--lunch with friends, Pinterest crafts, dishes...(Okay, maybe the dishes need doing.)
|Feels like this...|
|Warrior One looks like this...|
My sciatica is really bad. Really. I have a Pavlovian response to the doorbell ringing (rolling eyes, muttered oaths and gritting my teeth while I stand up and hobble to the door) but once I'm up and going, my gait is nothing short of the beauty of a lumbering elephant pitching across the Serengeti.
Familial-ly (What do you mean, 'It isn't a word.'?):
- Nathan is a rock star. Aside from the fact that I loathe all of his name choices, he is a practically perfect man in every way. He'd like to be biking to work (what with the gorgeous weather of late) but is skipping that to be more accessible.
- Jonah is a 12-year-old hoodie wearing, Minecraft-playing punk. That's probably the only thing you've noticed if you are a casual observer of our home life. But I have to say, he is totally awesome. He happily babysits often (and no one has complained about his rule), tells us 'thank you' for a ton of things (I think repeatedly drumming it into him that gratitude is the font of all virtues is starting to pay off.), and is a darling (usually) with his younger sibs. He is happy about the baby.
- Laura wants to name Little Sister Jackie or Georgia. She is terribly put out when we suggest something she doesn't approve. We have plans (plans can go awry) to bring her to the hospital during the labor (because no one tucks into a corner with a book and zips her lip like Laura does) and have her step out for the delivery. I wouldn't do it with most kids but she is practically un-shockable and won't be scarred for life if I barf in front of her. But I'm not the screaming-down-the-house kind of laboring woman and I think we'll brush along just fine. She, in typical Laura fashion, has her hospital bag packed and makes sure to tell me every night that I should wake her up if I go into labor.
|Laura and I: 38 weeks|
- Spencer started baseball last week and is just so happy to have something to do. He is as easy as ever and wants to name the baby 'Abby' (and the way his ears go up when he says it is just the most darling thing ever). His teacher probably thinks that Spencer is neglected and homeless because those weekly homework pages (involving serious parental aid) aren't doing themselves and I sure am not.
- Zac is doing well. We were sick for quite a few weeks together but I think the clouds are clearing. I feel a bit bad, actually, about all the sun we've been lucky enough to enjoy this spring. I just can't make it out to the park like I used to and Zac is being raised by the good folks at The Backyardagains. He likes the baby and the thought thereof but I'm curious to know what shakes out when the rubber hits the road.
|Zac says that he's prepared to share his dinosaur with Little Sister when she comes. "I like sharing."|
Nesting: I got the shower re-caulked. The house is clean but not pristine. It's just too hard to maintain right now since I can't get around and I no longer feel like a crazed lemming, gripped (even mythological-y) by forces I cannot control. And that is all very well.
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