Full Term Friday

37 Weeks.

When I was thinking about writing this post earlier in the week, I was filled with optimism and anticipation. Tuesday I really thought I was going into labor. I had the majority of the "early warning" symptoms. I was hoping that after my Dr's appt today I was going to report that we are baby watch level orange. But alas, we are not. I'm wrapped up tighter than a present on Christmas Eve. Apparently the hours of "contractions" I thought I was having throughout the week, were due to Monday's night Indian Buffet, and not the fact that I'm 9 months pregnant.

I've also had a pretty horrible day which included horrible news about a family member, getting suckered into an over-priced car wash (a "mini detail") that took 30 minutes longer than promised, having to climb my pregnant ass up a ratty play structure to rescue my kid who climbed to the top and freaked out and wouldn't climb down, realizing - while stuck in traffic - that said car wash STOLE MY MOTHER FREAKING iPOD from my car, apparently not being able to handle my prenatal yoga class anymore without limping the rest of the day, all which led to high blood pressure and a mini-break down on the way to the doctors.

fun, fun.

fun.  

Asshole or just ignorant?

Last night we were in S'bucks at Barnes and Noble. The S'bucks has a one-holer bathroom, but at the back of the B&N (about 100 - 200 ft back?) there are bigger bathrooms - men and women with multiple stalls.

This man is standing there. Maybe in his mid-late 30's. This little girl, maybe 5 or 6, runs over to the door and tries to open the door to the bathroom and it's locked b/c there is someone in there. Being a kid, she doesn't get that and she tries to shake the door again. The man standing there goes "Um, there is someone in there - and I'm waiting in line here. But there is a bathroom at the back of B&N."

At this point, everyone just glares at this man. The woman in the bathroom took about 5 more minutes in there. The entire time, the little girl was doing a pee-pee dance, obviously she had to go pretty bad.

The door to the bathroom opened. And the woman walked out, and the man walked in and closed the door.

I understand that even adults have to go when they have to go.. but being an adult, shouldn't this man (who stood there in line for over 5 minutes himself) have taken the incentive to walk to the back of the store?

Needless to say, all the people standing there were a little shocked. No one could believe that he didn't let the kid go before him. People were shaking their heads, etc.

Over the past few months, I've had very nice people offer to let me cut in line.. esp. if I have Lucas with me. I've even had people come out of stalls and look at me and apologize, saying "OMG, I didn't notice you were pregnant, I would have totally let you go.."

I'm a firm believer that kids get priority. And I would offer up a stall to a preggo (when I'm not preggo). But is this just me?

Was this man just ignorant.. or was he just an asshole?

The Final Countdown...

Here I am last weekend.. 36 weeks.. One week away from being "full term". What can I say about this point in my pregnancy? Well, first I can say that I'm really trying hard to enjoy these last few moments/days/weeks of my (for all intensive purposes) last pregnancy. I'm trying to relish these last kicks and rolls. Then I try to get up off the couch.

Stick a fork in me. I'm done.

The Braxton Hicks contractions are coming on fast and furious now, but with no consistency or change in intensity. This morning greeted me with some new fun symptoms. Nausea, cramping, more contractions... signs of early labor? Is this is?!

Well, no.. or at least not yet..

These final weeks are the hardest. The excitement, the anticipation mixed with the feeling of OHMYGOD I'm about to have another baby. And it could happen pretty much any day now..

breathe