Here's some scariness for your Friday the 13th.....

Yikes....38-1/2 weeks. It's HUGE!! So I'm pretty much ready to get him here, let's do this! I had my checkup yesterday and my doctor said she thinks it could be this weekend, hallelujah. If not she said she doesn't think I'll make it to my due date in a week and a half so that was good news too. Now it's just a waiting game.

Waddle and wait. When I used to hear pregnant women say they couldn't walk fast towards the end, or they couldn't paint their toenails, or tie their shoes I would think to myself "Yea, okay. Sure." but never did I imagine that it is ACTUALLY TRUE! I am a full on weeble wobble, like one of those Lego's that has no legs just a round belly that he rolls around on. I feel like a spectacle.

And do you see how swollen my hands are!? So none of my rings fit and I look like one of "those" girls whenever I'm out in public with no ring on. Awesome. But other than that we're good.

I woke up last night at 4am with a contraction and totally freaked out, but it was only one so false alarm. The funny thing is I've been wanting to go into labor so badly for the last 2 weeks that I thought when it happens I'll be so relieved. But when I thought it could be happening all that I kept thinking was "Okay, how ready am I for this? Can I really do this, I mean really? Do I have to? Can he just appear in the little bassinet next to our bed and we skip all the breathing and cursing and what not?" Come to find out I'm actually really really nervous about the whole pain aspect of this, maybe I should have thought through that part a little more. Maybe that's why you get so miserable at the end - so when the pain comes you don't care because you just want to be done. I guess we'll just have to wait and see! (and hope the anesthesiologist is waiting on me when we get there)