Holy crap!

The countdown is on people. Friday is technically the due date, though I always say Saturday, the 22nd. I still think it will go sometime into next week, though the only explanation I have is intuition & that my mother & 2 of the sisters have gone late. Our family tends to procrastinate a hell of a lot. Plus, Halloween would be pretty cool.

I can't believe that someone else will be living in this house within 2 weeks. I really just can't wrap my head around it. Can you say overwhelmed?! Uh, ya. Needless to say emotions are running high & somewhat volatile. I am consumed with anxiety that my child will hate me & that I'll be a terrible mother. I am paranoid that my water will break as I touch my toes in yoga class. I scared that I'm just going to be yelling at Calvin the whole time I'm in labour. And then, every once in a while it hits me that I have to push something this big out of something so small. Intellectually I know it'll be fine & that I can do it... its just that odd realization that there is now nothing I can do to stop this. No going back. Oh man, have we done the right thing? See, I am freaking out!

It seems even more realistic & imminemt now that some pre-labour stuff is starting to happen. I appear to be dropping as there is now a softer area under my boobs before the hard as a basketball belly. It feels weird & different when I bend over now too & tying up shoes has never been harder. The pelvic bones feel odd & pretty sore after walking for 10 minutes or so. I've had some flu-like symptoms the past two days, getting up feeling gross & runny in more ways than one & then the nausea hits soon after breakfast. My back feels achy & sort of crampy, I've got PMS symptoms & I may or may not have lost some of the snot cork - no show (the pinky kind), just really gross. Can you say too much information? Too freaking bad folks. I am determined that you shall feel my pain. Mwah ha ha.

So here's the dropping belly.

39 plus weeks

Yes, I am still wearing my gorgeous red velvety house pants. They have seen some better days that's for sure. Good thing I don't get out much. Though I gotta say, this past weekend was quite full on the social agenda front. Calvin & I went out for our last fancy dinner (ever?) on Friday night to Social in the Byward Market & had a lovely time seated by ourselves in a quiet part of the restaurant. The duck was delicious & company was sweet. Saturday our pal Karen came to stay with us & despite having been absolutely miserable earlier, I was persuaded to go out for Thai food at AiYara. This restaurant is fantastic & all the elephant china is so pretty. Yum! Sunday we went for breakfast at one of the many Royal Oaks with the Karen's & Geoff & Katherine & the Timbit. Another great outing with great company that was followed with a trip to the National Gallery to see the Christopher Pratt exhibit. I love, love, love his work. The lines, the reflections, such simple beauty & light. I could go on, but I'm done with the art lectures since finishing the teaching jobs & I feel this anxious stress if I start to think about them. Anyway, if you live in Ottawa, go see the show.

Today we got a lovely present in the mail from Grammy Drover. Aren't these the sweetest things you've ever seen? The little sweater & cap in the middle is for "going home" & the big hat is for the big baby. He wanted a Steve Zissou red cap so he could dance around in his speedo after the birth, but he got this instead & it looks great on me (tee hee). The ones on the right are colour coded & teeny weeny & the ones on the left are for a big headed munchkin.


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Close up of the outfit. How sweet.

Thanks so much Grammy! Our little monkey will look so cute & feel super soft & cuddly. Yay!

So I now must go out & do all the last minute purchases & then I can hunker down, do some work (yup, still working & I'm glad because really, daytime tv sucks major ass), laundry & panicking while wating for the bun to emerge from its cozy oven. Stay tuned for updates. We've got a midwife appointment this Thursday & another booked for next week as well so we'll see what they say when we see them. I'll let ya'll know when the show begins & Calvin swears he is going to set up a web cam so you can all witness the sailor mouth live. No money shots though or I will personally castrate the boy. You are my witnesses.