So I’ve reached the point where I’m about to lose my mind. I’m done being pregnant. I’m antsy, and can’t sit still. I was up last night at 11:30 cleaning my house and organizing Evan’s room… all while Josh was sleeping. Then I sat on my big ol’ ball and drank chocolate milk while watching TV.
I just want to see my baby! I want to meet him and start that part of our life! Josh told me today that he’s getting antsy too. I’ve been reading up on the pre-labor symptoms and signs that you’re in labor hoping I have even just one of them. Josh asks me every time he talks to me if I’ve had any contractons. Sadly, not really today.
At my last appointment, Evan was 7 and a half pounds! Already! I don’t have another appointment until the 20th because my doc will be on vacation. And if he’s over 8 and a half pounds at that point, I’m going to ask to be induced because I don’t want to run the risk of going over my due date and having a 9 poind baby! That’s a big boy!
So whenever Evan’s ready I am too… all of us are.