Down to the Wire

Anya's due date is drawing ever nearer. I've had a couple of false alarms in this past week. Thursday night I was having the first sporadic contractions of my entire pregnancy, but they faded as the evening progressed. Last night I was having really intense back pain, but that, too, faded when I decided to just go to bed instead of making what would have been a wasted trip to the hospital. If I make it through today and tomorrow, Anya will officially be an October baby. Which I kind of want for no particular reason. It just sounds like a nice birth month for her to have. Ryan's birthday is already in September so it would just be nifty to have some difference in our little family's birth months.

I'm ready for whenever this happens, though. I'm to the point where I would rather it just happen than have a million false alarms and end up ignoring the real thing when it comes until I'm practically having her in the car on the way to the hospital. Haha. That would be about my luck. I've still got that feeling about October 3rd that I've mentioned a few times so as of right now I could be completely right about that. I guess we shall see. If she has not made her appearance by Thursday I'm going to start taking walks to try and get things going. I really do not want her to be overdue. And as of tomorrow I will be 39 weeks pregnant. That is one measly week away from her due date. Crazy that we're already at this point.

I will be glad to be done with the constant pee breaks and sweating every time I think about moving a toe. Seriously. Our bathroom lighting pretty much kills me when I'm standing in there with the hair dryer on. I'm freezing the rest of my family out of the house when given the opportunity. The ceiling fan in my room is always on the highest possible setting. Which Kieran appreciates I'm sure. Of course, recovering from child birth isn't going to be a barrel of laughs either. But the sooner I get started down that road the sooner it will be a memory, and I can start to feel a little like myself again before Ryan gets home in November. Maybe. Other than that whole being permanently attached to a breast pump thing. But even that is temporary, and Anya will be worth every awkward moment of it. I just can't wait to have my little girl in my arms and show her off to her daddy on the web cam. He is already so proud and anxious to finally see her. It's going to be an amazing moment.