Go ahead, ask me when I’m due.  Because now I can answer simply and say, “Wednesday.”  Not “In February” or “The 24th of this month.”  No no, friends.  I’m due on freaking WED-NES-DAY.

Had a lovely visit with my midwife yesterday, wherein she did not tell me what I wanted to hear.  I know it was completely foolish to walk in there expecting her to take one look at me and proclaim that the baby would surely be here within 24 hours.  But still, that was what I wanted her to say.

Instead, she said what I always hear at these appointments, which is, “Everything looks great.  I’ll see you next week if not sooner!”

*sigh* Pregnancy is super special awesome fun and all, but wouldn’t a baby be even more fun?  That’s what I keep telling the baby.  I describe all the wonderful things we have for him out here, like hugs and fuzzy blankets and FOOD, but he’s comfy all hanging upside down in there like a bat, and there’s nothing I can say to persuade him to leave before he’s good and ready.

So I guess I’ll take my healthy full-term baby with his chubby cheeks and mature lungs and stop whining about it, shall I?

Despite appearances to the contrary, I’m actually really enjoying my maternity leave.  I had wondered if I’d succumb to boredom and regret my decision to stay home for a week before my due date, but it’s actually been a great decision.  My ability to sleep at night is deteriorating more every night, which makes afternoon naps imperative and sometimes evening naps too.

Additionally, I’ve had the chance to catch up on projects that have nothing to do with the baby but that need attention regardless.  There’s also this lovely thing called the sun that’s been shining outside lately, and I’ve gotten out to take walks around the neighborhood at least once every day this week.

I’m able to cook dinners for Wes (my man loves coming home to a cooked dinner!), keep the house clean, and get the laundry folded in a timely manner.  So far, being home has been awesome.  I’ve also noticed that I’m eating less at home than I made a habit of doing while working full time.  I wonder if this will make losing the baby weight easier…

Other than how much I’m enjoying being home (I can just see all you working people out there furrowing your brows and shaking your fists at me) I have little to say.  When you’re hanging out at home waiting for your baby to come, your world kind of shrinks a little.

I’m sure I’ll look back on this time and remember it going by in a blur.  I’ll remember with longing the afternoon naps and leisurely walks.  For now, though, living the memory as it were, time is inching by.  It’s the most pleasant kind of inertia.