I could go at any time!

Gilbert Grape?  Anyone?


I thought of that when my OB told me this morning that from here forward, if I go into labor she's not going to stop me.  No bed rest, no meds to stop pre-term labor because although I'm not 36 weeks (considered term, and I'll be 36 weeks next Friday) the baby could come and be okay.  Obviously, I would prefer that she wait just a little while longer because she's only 4.5 pounds right now and I'd be much more comfortable with a 5 or 6 pound baby.  However, she does not have a calendar in there, she doesn't know what day it is and should she decide today's the day, that will be that.  At least I've got clothes for her!


I was emailing with Stacie and she said that I could hold off on washing everything immediately.  I have no idea why I didn't think of that before.  It's not like I have to wash the 12 month stuff right away but that's exactly what I was prepared to do.  It was like the lightbulb went off, I got a pardon from the governor, I was set free!  I didn't have to do all that laundry after all!  Happily, I did one more load of blankets and got to sorting.

The largest pile is the newborn (far right) and 0-3 stuff (just behind that), 

followed closely by the blankets and bibs.  I have more than 30 bibs and I've

been told I'll need them all.  I'm scared.

I hope the kid likes pink!

I still can't believe I didn't register for ONE STICH of clothing and got all this.

I'm so very very blessed.

I got it all sorted and tonight I will put it all away.  I also painted the bookcase thingies for the baby's room and I only have to paint a few finishing touches on them before those can come inside too.  I'm getting so impatient to do a full nursery reveal and I feel like I've talked it up too much that y'all will yawn when you finally see it.  But that's life - I get home from work at six and go to bed around 9:30, so that doesn't leave a lot of time during the week to get stuff done.  It's slow going but I do work hard every night, especially since I've now been hit with the Reality Truck.  


She is coming.  Any day now.


I left the doctor's office in a daze.  Next week they're going to start checking me to see if I've dilated and I'm not sure how I feel about that.  I won't consent to cervical checks in labor because they're pointless by then and I've heard they're horribly painful.  So no cervical checks for me while in labor.  But what about before?  I mean, who cares if I'm dilated or not?  I certainly don't.  If I'm not, no big deal - neither my body nor the baby is ready.  If I am, great.  It still doesn't mean anything until labor starts.  Women can be dilated a few centimeters for weeks.  I'm thinking I'll let her do one and if it hurts then that all she's gonna get.  I think that's fair.  The baby is going to come when she comes and my vagina is not a crystal ball - although it could be,  I haven't seen it for a while.  Who knows what's going on down there.


I also have to order the print of my poem for the wall.  My lofty idea of painting the mural on the wall has unfortunately been sacrificed to the time gods and I have to move on to plan B.  I'm ordering a canvas and I'm sure that will look just as wonderful and I'll still have my poem.  I'm down to the wire but I'm confident that I'll get it all done in time!


Less than 37 days now!