His Own Little Man

Well, it turns out that Baby Alex is going to be his own little man, indeed.  Our magical 36 week point has arrived.  The 36 week 3 day mark when both his brothers were born has come and gone.  Come Tuesday, if he doesn't show up, we'll hit what's considered to be a "term" baby at 37 weeks - my potential first and only.  And I am officially tired of waiting.  It's actually beginning to stress me out a little, and not just because I'm more miserable every day.  Mainly because everything in our lives right now is on hold waiting for this kid.  Hubby's job search is on hold.  Making any plans to do anything, even let Daughter go see a movie with friends or something, is on hold.  Everyone is on pins and needles waiting for the call.  I've been touting 36 weeks as "the end" of this pregnancy since the beginning, based on my previous two and on what the doctors have been telling me.  And, to be honest, my doctor in no way expects me to see 40 weeks, or even 39.  But I think I had just gotten to the point where I was "done" at 36, and now he seems to be perfectly content to stay in here and roll around and kick me and just keep on baking for who knows how long.

Yes, I know he'll come when he's ready.  Yes, it could be any time.  Yes, I don't have much choice but to wait.  I know all of this.  I'm just super ready to be not pregnant anymore.  I can't even comfortably turn over in bed anymore.  I was up at 6:30 this morning with a backache that I was desperately hoping was the start of labor, but I think it was just an "I'm carrying around a huge amount of weight on my front" backache.  An "I can't lie down anymore" backache.  Which really sucks, because I could've used another couple hours of sleep.

Anyway, yes, I'm complaining.  I obviously want him to stay in til he's ready and perfectly healthy, and if another week or two or three gets the job done, then I'll endure.  What choice do I have?  But I have hit that point where having this baby is ALL I can think about, and the thought of having to go back to work this week for my long stretch - 4 twelves in 5 days - exhausts me just to think about it.

I need to have this kid.

Y'all say a prayer or send out some positive thoughts for us, would you?