I am 39 weeks and 4 days pregnant today. I am due on Sunday. My parents are on their way from the airport to our house right now. My back aches, I have Braxton-Hicks contractions anytime I walk anywhere, this baby does headstands on my bladder, I don't sleep well, I need a nap by lunchtime, I am impatient, I am huge, and I have a standing date with Pepcid every evening when my heartburn flares up. I am slow, tired, and overwhelmed with everything going on in our lives right now. Sometimes I wonder how in the world I am going to manage another baby when I feel like I can barely manage Audrey.
And yet, I am excited to meet this new little person who I've been told will be bigger than I hoped.
I'm having a hard time believing that it's about time for this baby to arrive. When we found out I was pregnant it seemed like November was forever away. Audrey was still only one. It was winter. Matt was still 30. And now suddenly he could arrive at any time.
Audrey is so cute about the baby. When we first started talking to her about having a baby and asking if she wanted one she would yell, "NO!" And that would be the end of it. She has since warmed up to the idea and is really excited now. She talks about him and to him all the time. She hugs my belly and pats it and will tell me the baby is, "noozing," (snoozing) or kicking. She will shake her little finger and say, "Don't kick, baby. People don't like that. No, no." I had to explain that it's ok for babies to kick because that's how they exercise since they can't walk.
She talks about how he will be tiny and that she will take care of him. If we ever mention doing something she is always quick to include him by saying, "and baby." Whenever she says baby she says, "baaaaaay-be." It's really cute and she does it everytime. She says he will be "yucky" (lucky) because he has her for a big sister. She talks about sharing her books and toys and Halloween candy and that he will wear clothes. And probably 15 times a day she pats my stomach and says, "I lud'you, baaaaaaay-be," or "I lud'you little baaaaaaaay-be."
This makes me so happy. He is going to be a lucky boy to have a big sister who loves him so much even before she has met him.
In preparation for the baby, yesterday I painted my toes one last time. It was no small feat (no pun intended). I also decided that it was time for Audrey to get her first pedicure. She's so little and I don't want her to grow up too fast so I have resisted the urge to paint her little toes until now. But she has started talking about my pink toes and Macy's pink toes and how hers are white. She never said she wanted pink toes, but when I asked her if she would like them, she said yes. I also thought it might be a nice thing for us to do together before the baby comes.
After I painted her toes she wanted her fingers painted too. So I went ahead and painted them even though I kind of didn't want to. Her little hands look so grown up now! I am heartened by the fact that after I painted her fingers she told me she didn't like it. She said she doesn't like dark pink, she likes light pink. I guess I'll have to put lighter polish on her next time. I have one you can barely see but I thought she'd want something that was more obviously pink. But I think her little fingers and toes look awfully cute. I realize that this post is a little disjointed. I just have so many things going through my mind right now and I wanted to get some of them down before my mind is a fog of exhaustion and changing hormones and before I forget everything.