I am coming to realize that parenthood is all about making decisions. There are SO MANY to make, and so many options to consider. From who my OB is, to who Poppy's pediatrician will be, to how I go about giving birth, to where the baby will sleep when we bring him/her home. Not only are they a million decisions to make, there a zillion books, articles, websites, blogs, and people with opinions, research, data, and experiences to back up every option. Oy! At this point, I feel like I am well informed and it's time to trust my mommy instincts. I already know I love my baby, and he/she will be our first priority. Hopefully the rest will fall into place!
So today I am 37 weeks and 3 days pregnant. And the waiting game has begun. I am not allowed to call anyone without leaving a message. Every cramp and contraction could be the start of the real deal! It is exciting and equally frustrating! I want my baby! In my arms! Now! Tomorrow is a full moon, and it is a proven fact that more women go into labor during a full moon than any other time in a given month. Will I be one of them?! Knowing that Poppy could pop any time now is making me a crazy lunatic at home. The floors need to be mopped, the bathrooms cleaned, everything dusted for the third time. I want everything in place, and making sure that it is is truly exhausting. I go on little cleaning rampages, and have to stop when my hands are swollen like sausages and my braxton hicks contractions make me practically immobile.
At the same time, I am sleepy as hell. Restless, anxious, tired, excited, nervous...it all ends in exhaustion.
Come soon Poppy. Please, come soon!