T-8 days.
Holy hell. We are under the 10-day mark. We are in the single digits of this countdown. This is actually going to happen. Part of me still doesn't believe it.
Now that the birth is drawing close, I have the typical mom fears about the baby's health, problems that could happen at delivery, etc. Because I've worried about EVERYTHING this pregnancy at one point or another, it's no surprise that I'm starting to have some anxiety about the health of baby once he's here. Part of me worries that the reason he's so small (as the doc says he is - a seven-pounder, the doctor figures), is that there is some health problem that will be quickly evident after his birth. I am trying to talk myself off of the ledge by reminding myself that since he was 12 weeks, we've had three ultrasounds and he looked damned good in all three. I tell myself that if something was very wrong, at one of those ultrasounds, it would have been evident and that I am about to give birth to a perfectly healthy baby. A small-ish, but perfectly healthy baby. I just can't wait to hold him and I can't wait to see his face.
Labour watch/bumpdate: There is still really nothing to type here. As I've been writing my blog tonight I have been having some painful contractions and they seem somewhat consistent, but I haven't been timing them. I will soon be off to bed, and should they continue, and should they continue to the point where I cannot sleep through them, I will start timing, but I've had painful braxton hicks contractions throughout the later half of this pregnancy, so I doubt it will really turn into much.
This day was a good day and here's why:
1. We took Carter to the pumpkin patch today and bought our Halloween pumpkins. I took about 100 pictures of him, but because he's so anti-picture, I probably got 5 good ones -- if I'm lucky. I haven't had a chance to look through the camera yet, so I can't post any pictures from the actual gardens, but I'll try to do so tomorrow and add them to tomorrow's blog, if I can. He LOVED being there. He loved all the pumpkins; he loved the hay pile that they have for kids to climb, and he loved running around outside. I'm so glad we went. Going in the morning during the week (instead of on the weekend) was nice because we virtually had the place to ourselves. I know with every year that passes, he will just enjoy it more and more -- until, of course, he hits that age where he never wants to do anything with his family, or his mom. So, for now, I'm just going to enjoy his participation and his enthusiasm.
2. I took Carter to Jeff's work for lunch today. Jeff had been asking me to find a day to come by the office with Carter. Carter had a blast there too (I swear any place is a park in this kid's head) and it was nice to see Jeff mid-day and in his work space.
3. We had my family over for supper. It is always so good to visit with everyone. We always talk too much, too loud, and laugh a lot. I'm not sure I could ask for a better family than the one I've got. I'm a pretty lucky woman, yes, indeed, I am.
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