40 weeks plus some huge number of days…

I don’t think that my body was designed to carry a baby this long.  I feel like I’m falling apart.  I have a small understanding of what guys must feel when they get racked – every time I move at all my pelvis feels like it is on fire.  My hands and feet are getting more swollen and painful by the day, and my 8 trips an hour to the bathroom is really taking its toll on my knees.  I can’t complain too much, though.  There is a beautiful baby at the end of this tunnel.  Thor is loving this time.  He and I cuddle on the couch for hours, both contributing to the others lethargy in a way that only a sleeping cat can do.

I had another “one last date night” last night to celebrate mother’s day.  Technically, I know that I am not a mother yet, but I should have been and my baby is just as old as many other babies that are out of the womb – I just didn’t have to hire a baby sitter.  Adam and I went to the Keg and had a wonderful meal – talked about where we want to travel and when (we are moving to Singapore at some point).

I have to go to my 41 week midwife appointment.  Maybe the baby will be so excited to see our doctor that it will spontaneously begin labor :)  I can hope…