twiddling thumbs

so, we've got 8 days left, but i could have been done with all of this last week, or the week before really. people ask me how far along i am and i say, "i'm done." my midwife gave me permission to go early, the baby is a good size and has dropped.

this is such a weird feeling, this waiting. i'm ready to meet this little one whose been hiccuping inside of me for the last nine months. i'm curious as to who this is- we don't know if we're having a boy or a girl and i haven't really wondered this whole time as to if we're having a boy or a girl, but now i really want to know.

i've been nesting so much, i keep imagining little twigs and sticks all over the house. i spent all day yesterday cleaning the house, doing laundry, scrubbing toilets, cleaning floors on my hands and knees, hoping my water would magically break. i've had no contractions, not even the braxton hicks kind.

did i mention it was HOT out? i've bunkered down inside the house and every time i venture outside i feel like i'm walking through water or spinning my wheels. i shudder thinking about all of the energy we've been using with the air conditioner, but damn it, I'M HOT!

i'm SOOOOO ready for this to happen like yesterday. everday i wake up and ask the kid, "are you going to be born today?" everyday the answer has been "no."

who knows, maybe tomorrow? (i frigging hope so!)