Its been a while since I've done a weekly update post, mostly because my books and newsletters were annoying me. But, since we're so close to the end, here goes.
The froglet is considered full term, and in theory can arrive at any time now. He's somewhere between 6.5 pounds and... bigger, and is about 20 or so inches long. He's been practicing curling up his little fingers so that when he arrives, he'll have a strong grip.
And me? I've been washing diapers and receiving blankets and baby clothes. I am getting up every hour during the night to go to the bathroom. I carry a bottle of Tums around with me at all times. I had to buy a new pair of Birkenstocks because they are the only shoes that currently fit my poor swollen feet. My maternity tops are approaching being too short. But hey, I can still walk four miles on the weekend, and the dog is still getting two walks daily. So I'm doing fine.
Today is my last day at work before starting maternity leave, which is probably a good thing because I'm starting to get alarmed looks in the halls, in the ladies' room, at Starbucks, at Safeway. Clearly I look like I'm about to explode, even though I feel like this little guy is still tucked in pretty securely.
I feel like we're ready at home too -- I want to spend the next two weeks tidying up some and trying to put some meals away in the freezer for after the froglet arrives, but if he were to come today (which he won't), we would be ready. Oh, I guess I have to finish packing my hospital bag. Eh, apart from that, we're ready.
Except for the part where after he's born, we'll have to take him home and keep him alive and stuff. Egads, what made me think we would be ready for that part???