I am having the best day.
Yes, I’m E.NOR.MOUS-er by the minute.
Yes, I am four days on the other side of my false labour alarm and four days overdue (according to some calculations…according to others, I am three days til due date).
Yes, I am drinking my body weight in RRL tea right now.
Yes, I am having sex with my husband despite the Cirque de Soleil mechanics of it.
Yes, I am trying everything that everyone has recommended (within reason – come on, Shauna…JOGGING???).
And I am still pregnant. Hugely so.
But here’s the thing. I think that this has been quite good for me. I have actually had the best week because I’ve realised afresh that this is it. Baby is almost here so I’m enjoying the last few days of the pregnancy immensely and especially enjoying my time with Annie. The “false alarm” refocused me again and made sure that I was aware of the moment, fully present here. I’ve had lots of time with my sister and my mother as we are all kind of “on hold” waiting for baby. We’ve bopped around, bought baby stuff, eaten lunch at Wendy’s and generally settled that we will never be able to choose a boy name.
And I’m sleeping better this week than I have for the past two months. So there’s that too. Never underestimate sleep.
Brian is working overtime today. He’s loving his new job. He’s rather modest but by reading between the lines (and eavesdropping on his cell phone conversations) I can gather that they absolutely adore him, think he’s an incredibly hard worker and are so glad that he’s trustworthy. They have also stopped giving him the “grunt work” and instead are giving him the finish and detail carpentry work that he loves. So to me that means that they see his skill as well. He just loves working with his hands and so to be getting time-and-a-half today is a real blessing. Plus, he’s enjoying working with guys again, building relationships and just plain working again. His job site today is actually right across the street from us so I’ve even had access to the vehicle the past few days which makes a WORLD of difference for me. I hate feeling housebound so it’s like having my freedom back again.
We woke up slow today though. I made pancakes for everyone. Then Anne went with Brian to the hardware store and lumber yard. She has dubbed herself “Helper Daddy” and adores going to “work” with Dad. She loves the lumber yard and loves to go along on his errands. So he took her with him this morning.
Which meant I had a whole hour and a half to myself. I drank more tea. (Blech – it tastes awful. Earl Grey anytime!) I had a lazy bath. I even (wait for it) SHAVED MY LEGS *gasp*. Then I read two chapters in my book before they came home. I put on MAKE-UP and got into my jeans instead of my yoga pants. Basically, I felt incredibly like a human being again.
After that, despite Anne’s pleas to “helper Daddy”, Brian went back to the site and I took Anne out for an errand. I picked up my nursing bras and a new nursing top. Of course, I did have, not one, not two, not three but FOUR women inform me that I “looked ready to pop” and that they sincerely hoped I’d “make it home in time”. What nice ladies. 
Then we came home for lunch. Now Anne is snoring in her bed and I am about to go do the same. Tonight, I’m headed to my sister’s place for supper which will be nice.
So we’re just waiting but enjoying the wait.
Most of the time.
Then there are the other times when I holler
“GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!” and
“I DON’T CARE IF IT LEAVES ME SIDEWAYS!” and
“DONE! I’M DONE!”.
But really. Most of the time I’m pretty cool. 
