TODAY is my due date.
How...how...how did we get this far?!
I mean, I know the nuts and bolts (and birds of bees) of how we got here. I just honestly thought she'd be here by now.
I'm still not sleeping well, but I'm making up for it with frequent naps. I'm also trying to enjoy my time out of the house.
Over the weekend
When I saw the trailer for Warm Bodies, the romantic comedy about a zombie and a non-zombie, starring Nicholas Hoult, I was excited but figured I'd be busy dealing with a newborn on its February 1 release date. Low and behold, no baby, so we were able to enjoy what will probably be our last date night for a while.
And I forgot to mention that at 38 weeks I took my friend Winnie up on a last-minute invite to join her in a Staples Center suite to see Lady Gaga, which was Mimi's first (and only) big in utero concert, unless you count the Fresh Beat Band. It was a lot of fun and I'm so glad I got to "take" her to a big show. I hadn't been to a concert in ages. In contrast, when I was pregnant with Em, I saw The Hives twice, as well as Foo Fighters, Gavin DeGraw, Brett Dennen, Teitur, Stone Temple Pilots, John Mayer, Jamie Cullum, Jack Johnson and Eagles of Death Metal. Wild, huh?
Everything continues to be good at our weekly check-ups. We're going to extend Mimi's lease a little longer, but her landlords are in discussions with property management on an eviction date. I'm 3 1/2 - 4 cm dilated, the baby is low, among other factors that add up to making me a "favorable" induction candidate, should it come to that.
Until then, we continue to wait.