Lame!

Yesterday my doctors appointment was canceled and moved to today. I luckily had the know-with-all to check my messages yesterday as I pulled out of the driveway since it's a good 20+ minute drive to my doctors, so I didn't waste my time.

So since my appointment was today and I'm more or less 39 1/2 weeks pregnant and I won't have another appointment until I'm past my due date, I caved in and let the doctor check and see where I was (some people don't know that internal checks are optional). Lame. Same place I was at 37 weeks. See this is one reason I don't get checked every week. If I have my appointment next week I'll be three days over due. SOMETHING better be a bit different by then.

We should be too surprised though. I mean dilation can mean nothing, at least it's not a good indicator of when you'll go into full labor.


Demand is starting to spread false rumors about baby. Apparently she told the child care woman at the fitness center that I had had the baby already and then she told another Bible Study mother that I was having a girl. Eh, that's what you get when you ask a 2 1/2 year old. She has changed her story though. For months she was saying boy and now it's all girl. I have a feeling it has to do with finding out only a girl can wear dresses like her.

For as adorable, sweet, loving, and pure as it is I'm getting really sick of Demand smothering baby with affection. I can't walk past her without her lifting my shirt and kissing, hugging (roughly), or talking to the baby in my belly. And as always her hands are freezing. This baby has no idea what it's getting into.

Right now we're hoping baby comes tomorrow because it's Saturday and works for everyone. Other than that we're thinking Monday. Two reasons (1) full moon, lots of babies born on a full moon and (2) one of my friends is saying a novena for me that ends on Monday.

Other than wondering if 'today is the day' life has been same old, same old. I have started to only plan meals for a few days at a time. I don't want to have fresh food for a week of meals only to have the food go bad because I went into labor. Tonight was easy. We don't eat meat on Fridays so it was just cheese pizza, tomorrow we have a 'couples with young children dinner' through our Church, and Sunday is dinner for Grandpa's birthday. (Sunday is also our 9 year dating anniversary), so at least there won't be too much cooking needed this weekend.

Tomorrow is Mr. Sloth's morning off. I mentioned before how it was his morning last Saturday but since I was still kinda sick and he had to do a good deal of parenting while brewing beer I gave him a bi-week. He's 'supposedly' getting up early to work somewhere (a library I guess) and Demand and I will hang tight here. I'm hoping to do a webcast with my parents (they don't know that yet) because that always takes a lot of time and little energy for me, and then I bought a bunch of Pillsbury pre-rolled cookie sheets so I thought Demand and I could just cut out some cookies, bake them, and frost them. I actually hate making cookie dough and this way there's no mess other than decorating. I'll bring her table and chairs downstairs which she loves.

She doesn't know what she's doing tomorrow but she knows it's with me and that it's special. It's the only way I got her to go to up to bed. Mr. Sloth and I went out for a mini-date after dinner. We just went up the street for dessert. We couldn't have been gone for more than 45 minutes, but it still counts as a date. I brought back my left over "White Chocolate Raspberry Mousse Torte" which Demand spotted right away. "CAKE!!" I let her have a few bites before the bed-time breakdown began.

Since I'm no longer in public I think I'll change back into my comfy clothes for the rest of the night. Hopefully our busy weekend plans either act as Murphy's Law and we go into labor or we're busy enough to forget.