At this point in all of my pregnancies, I had a baby by now. I am really trying to be okay with still being pregnant with no end in sight, but it's really starting to wear on me. I was fairly sure I would go into labor last night. I cleaned the kitchen, finished the laundry, and vacuumed the floors in case someone had to come and sit with my sleeping children.
I had a fairly good attitude yesterday. Today, not as much.
So I am focusing on the after. I am coaching the kids that my tummy will still be big even after the baby comes out--and we don't need to bring it up. (After I had Munchkin, ET asked me when the other baby was going to come out of my boobs. AWESOME!)
So after the baby comes, we will:
Get rid of all the weeds in our lawn.
See if the pool will still hold water.
Pull out the fans.
Potty train the munchkin.
But for now--it's just a whole lot of waiting.