Thoughts at 41 weeks

Never thought I'd be writing this one!  I seriously thought that by this point, we'd have a ~1-week old baby that we were getting ready to celebrate Easter with.  I had plans to go out and get matching outfits for Preston and the baby if it was a boy, or a cute little dress if it was a girl.  Alas, I doubt that at this rate I will even be home before Good Friday!  It's funny, though, because I was born on Good Friday and came home on Easter Sunday, so it would be pretty neat if this one does the same. :)

I've been home from work since Tuesday, after my latest dr. appointment Monday afternoon.  Dr. Lasser stripped my membranes (TMI), but wasn't too hopeful that it would get things really going.  Which it really hasn't.  I've had strong contractions here and there, but as soon as I think they are going to get more measurable, they die off.  Darn.  So in the meantime, I've been trying to clean up my house or just take it easy, and have actually finished 2 books in 2 weeks (The 1st two Hunger Games books - I highly recommend them!). 

We have been sleeping upstairs for about 2 weeks, and it's been nice.  There is definitely a lot to finish up there, but having the space now downstairs has allowed us to get things in place down there.  The guest room is actually a guest room now (albeit Skip's dresser is still down there... he doesn't want to move it until we can refinish it...), but there is a sleepable mattress in that room.  I got to put the new yellow quilt and shams on it, too, which have been waiting for seriously 6 months since I bought them.  I was mildly excited about that one. :)

The back bedroom is now officially a playroom, and all of Preston's toys are back there.  It's nice to have them out of the livingroom, since it's not big enough to have toys in plus people.  I admit that I'm sure that room is going to become somewhat of a "dump spot" for stuff, but my thought is that it's contained at least.  I have every intention of that space extending out into the porch when the weather gets nicer, too. 

I've been really anxious, more and moreso each day I go over my due date.  People have wondered if my dates were off, but I know for sure when I got PG, so the dates are spot on.  My mom says this is my "Ellen" - just doing things on his/her own time.   I haven't been stressing too much about the health of myself or the baby, except that I'm nervous as all hell if I have to get induced tomorrow night.  The doctor doesn't want me to go past 41 weeks, although he also doesn't want to have to induce, either.  I will go to see him tomorrow morning for him to try and "get things moving" again, and then wait until the evening for things to happen on their own.  If not, I will be going to the Maternal Fetal Care Center/L&D to get induced... Please pray that if that does happen, that all goes smoothly.  There is statistical evidence that induced labor/delivery has increased chances of ending in emergency c-section, and that's not something I want, obviously.  I'm hoping this little one decides it will come tonight without any interventions.