Someone I talked to yesterday told me that I’d need to update the blog this morning if the day finds me still pregnant. So I’m updating the blog.
There are several good things about being home and not at work past your due date. One of them is that you forget what day of the week it is and what the date is. They start to blur together after a while (and I try not to think that I’m burning up vacation time waiting for a baby). But it does help you (me) relax about the whole overdue thing. About HOW overdue I may be getting.
That’s not to say there aren’t any signs he’s on his way. Every day I feel a little bit closer. Like we’re slowly, slowly creeping up to the point of critical mass when things really start to happen and there’s no turning back.
Another good thing about being home is that I’m actually whittling away my list of preggo projects. After enjoying the ability to nap as much as I wanted and feeling really tired late last week and over the weekend, I’ve been quite productive the last couple of days. I would even go so far as to venture that I’m nesting.
Because why else would I feel compelled yesterday to paint the trim in the pantry that’s been taunting me for the last 2 years? It’s not like activity that makes you move around a lot, climbing on chairs and crouching on the floor, is exactly comfortable at 9+ months of pregnancy. Yet the trim got 2 coats of paint. Today the pantry is getting cleaned. Along with the rest of the downstairs. Although today does feel more like a napping day…