Two weeks ago my husband was all like... "you are under house arrest... you can't go anywhere without me". Last week I was all like... I neeeeeeeeeeeeeed out of this house. So I went. I ran errands, I went to lunches, I left the house. This week... Rob was all like, not going to happen again. He claims he has been taking my car everyday cause my seat warmers kick ass. Let's be real here, he's driving my car because he knows I can't climb my very pregnant butt into his very tall truck. How rude.
I'm going insane.... you can only clean so much (surprisingly). You can only watch so much Real Housewives of ________________. You can only lay on your left hip, then your right hip, back to your left so much before you must sit up.
And seriously... you can only answer "how are you feeling?" so many times before literally going insane. I'm feeling the same.
Physically not much has changed. Friday we had contractions every 20 minutes for about 2 hours. We were ready for the hospital... but sike.. and since then, not a whole lot of anything. One of my old co-workers had her baby on Sunday... her due date? Our due date. Come onnnnn!!!!
I know, I know, she will come when she is ready. Let her grow as much as possible for she will be as healthy as possible. I've heard it all, and I am.. I'm letting her do her thing.
But I'm also hoping our appointment tomorrow morning delivers some much anticipated good news. I wouldn't be opposed to be induced.. oh I don't know.. Friday. I'm so ready to meet this baby. So. Ready.