A photo taken last Monday (37 weeks, 3 days, not that I'm counting) shows the sheer size of my problem...note the (lack of) footwear, small child on hip, and proximity to the stove. I do enjoy being a cliché. (And don't listen to Fis, to claims that I pushed him out of the way for the photo op - does that really sound like something I'd do?)
Another photo, taken at 38 weeks, below. Well there's really no need/way to explain this one, is there?
I'm going crazy (see above)* - not sleeping well/at all, depending on the day, being kept far too busy at work (especially with declining mental capabilities), and to top it all off, I have a 16-month-old who doesn't seem to understand that Mommy doesn't have the energy for him right now...so I have no choice but to fake having energy. Lately, that energy has been used to corral the little guy back from the coolest thing he's ever seen, a giant orange "digger" in the park behind our house. He'll suddenly start trotting in that direction, saying "tractor" completely clearly... like a homing beacon and/or a robot. You can't even dissuade him with treats, which is serious. And then I have to chase him, instead of napping or lying still and eating, which is the next best thing.
The baby's room is almost ready - the crib is assembled, the walls are painted, the decals are up, and all I need to do is make the curtains and the chair cushions. No worries! Unfortunately the sense of urgency (or "nesting"), that accompanied the NEED to make the curtains and cushions has been somewhat squelched when Mom said that if I didn't get to it, she could do it when she visits.
So yep, at 1 week and 4 days before my Actual Due Date, I'm feeling as nuts as if this baby were already late. And I don't see this state of mind/body improving. How bad is it, I ask, if I'd rather be in labour right now?
Yikes, you say. That's bad.
Not as bad at that blue spandex, but close.
*To answer a pertinent question about the unitard pose, I am kneeling on the bed because the angles of the other photos we took were unflattering. Trust me.