Southern Cali is burning, but Princess B is holding steady

4 years ago to the day, San Diego went ablaze with wildfires.. I remember it distinctly, as I was 21 weeks pregnant and we had just found out that we were having a baby boy. The city was declared to be in a state of emergency, and actually shut down completely. Today, the combination of the Santa Ana winds and mixed with the dried out brush of east county to once again cause acres and acres to go up in flames around San Diego county. While the actual fire is no where near us, the wind brings the smoke straight west - right to the coast.

And no, it has not caused me to go into labor.

Neither has spicy food, walking, stressful situations such as the fact that we realized TODAY that our over priced infant car seat that we kept so nicely boxed up since Lucas grew out of it 3-years ago is a broken piece of shit and oh, yea, if you drive an Audi there is approximately ONE style car seat that works best in your car, and oh yea its $200 and no we don't have any in stock at the moment, but maybe in 2-3 weeks? WHAT?! I don't have 2-3 weeks! I'm hoping I don't have one week! And if I AM still in this predicament next week at this time, we may have to resort to having sex!

So yea, still pregnant.

lalala

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.  

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