No baby yet. I did feel a bit “weird” today, but then again, I felt “weird” yesterday too and nothing happened. I have a terrible pain in my shoulder, but nothing in the back or abdomen. I assume the sore shoulder is from the creative sleeping positions I have been using. My stomach is as hard as a rock. I do think the baby is lower, but nothing major. I go to the doctor again tomorrow. Its my last prenatal appointment before my due date. I expect that they will want to make an appointment for an induction. I do not really want to be induced, but I also want this thing to move along. Enough pregnancy. More baby!

Every morning I wake up and just before I stand up, I think “Ok! Here we go!” When I was pregnant with Pookie and Geetle, my water broke this way. I was very uncomfortable, waking up in the middle of the night to pee and then fall asleep watching TV and eating Cherry Nutrigrain bars downstairs. I would stumble up to bed early in the morning and then sleep for a few more hours before BAGD left for work. I had to sleep almost sitting up because my twin belly was huge. My skin was so tight that it hurt to scratch. My feet were swollen and every joint hurt. So when I stood up that morning and I felt the trickle of liquid, my first thought was “Oh great, now on top of it all, I’m incontinent!” Then I figured out what had happened. So, this time, I just assume it will happen first thing in the morning again. So every morning when I stand up and there is no trickle, I am angry.

The waiting is hard. Our whole life is on hold waiting for the baby. I’m ready. The whole family is ready. I am not really looking forward to the actual delivery, but I will do what I have to do. When I imagine what things will be like around here I imagine a smiling, chubby, 2-3 month old baby, warm and soft. Me holding her on the couch as I let Pookie and Geetle wave toys in front of her and hold her hand. Then BAGD trying to make her laugh by making the duck lips that used to work on Pookie and Geetle, eventhough he knows she is too young to actually laugh out loud. We can’t get to that stage until she agrees to actually come out!