38 Weeks and 1 Day / 13 Days to go...
The routine is getting monotonous...
Pee in a cup / Step on a scale / Freak because the needle on that scale has far surpassed any number I've ever fathomed I'd attain / Move into a room & get naked from the waist down and try to look modest in my lovely paper sheet...
The nurse asks..."How are you feeling?"
I mean really....what does she truly expect me to say?
I answer "Fat and tired of being pregnant."
She just chuckles cause she's heard the same remarks from every other 9 month pregnant woman that comes in.
The OB comes in...does the internal...a quick ultrasound to check the heartbeat and fluid, and I'm thinking....ok, get on with it! Tell me I'm progressing like a champ and this baby will be here tomorrow! Tell me that all those contractions I'm feeling are doing something in there!
...sigh But no, I hear the words..."No change and I'll see you next week."
Really, is there such a thing as being pregnant forever? Cause I feel like I'm heading for the Guinness Book of World Records!