And I'm also getting to the point where we're just waiting to welcome baby boy. At our last appointment everything checked out fine and the doctor even said "we are just waiting now". Baby boy is still measuring big, of course. So I'm getting a lot of questions lately about upcoming labor and delivery so I thought I'd answer some of them here:
1. Do you have a name picked out? Yep, but we aren't sharing until we welcome baby boy into the world.
2. Are you having any labor symptoms? Not that I know of. Everyone says I am probably having Braxton Hicks but I don't notice them. Other than that, I just feel ginormous but I'm not in any kind of pain and I don't feel like I've noticed him drop.
3. Are you sleeping? Negative. Not because I'm uncomfortable or anything but mainly because I go to the bathroom ALL THE TIME and also anytime I need to roll over or move in bed it is quite the process which apparently requires me to be awake.
4. Do you wear those bright green Birks everywhere? Yes - I don't care if they don't match - they are music to my feet and I can still wedge my size 26 feet into them. When I'm not wearing my bright green Birks you will find me in my bright red Danskos. Sorry fashion world - sometimes comfort does win out.
5. Are you doing anything to try to persuade him to come out? I'm not but Ryan is. He is very proactive about making me "pregnancy" tea, which is supposed to help with cervix softening in early labor, and asking me to go on walks. I think he is even more ready than I am.
6. Are you nesting? Nope. Not at all. I think I'm actually less motivated to clean/organize than usual. With my size and lessened mobility I feel like I get tired so much easier.
7. Any cravings? Nope. Never really had them other than developing a sweet tooth, which is unusual for me.
Well, that's all I can think of now. Like I said, we're kind of just waiting now... It's kind of fun to be waiting for this little surprise. I mean, I know that eventually he will come out so it's not a complete surprise but it's kind of fun to not know when (unless they have to induce me because he's running late).