I am 38 weeks, actually going on 39 weeks. And today I woke up just feeling so over it. It’s taken me longer than any other pregnancy to start running out of patience, but today I quit. I am weary of people asking me if I’ve had this baby “yet” when I’m not even to my due date. It seems as if most people don’t realize that a due date is just an estimate.
So today I’m thankful for the small mercies…
- Waking up to find that my husband carried up a load of laundry for me (going to the basement for laundry is like a death sentence at this point).
- Tomorrow starts my husband’s three day weekend off, so I’ll be able to rest and have help during the day.
- My sweet 5 1/2 year old is able to get cereal into bowls for himself and his siblings.
- Going an entire hour without having to pee!