So much for the Tiddle blogging I intended to do every week leading up to the due date! I only missed five weeks of the ten. 50% is all. That isn't bad. (ha.)
With three days until my due date, I have to admit I am a bit disappointed to still be pregnant. Really, I was totally ready for baby to come as soon as the wedding was over. (As in, that night!) But, as only afflicts 9 months pregnant women, I also have a serious case of pregnancy-induced schizophrenia.
I want to meet this little person! I want to be able to roll over in bed in one solid, quick turn instead of the three-step heave, push, roll thing that I do now. I want to walk instead of waddle. I want to kiss that little foot that keeps jabbing me in my ribs and see the little expressions that accompany that sweet hiccup. And at the very same time, I am close enough to the end to realize that those contractions I've been feeling for the past month or so are going to get exponentially worse feeling and oh yeah! All those wonderful things I just mentioned come with a hefty price tag of excruciating pain!
Excitement, anticipation, fear, dread. It all happens in second intervals over here.
I have discovered one lovely thing about being due in December...time really FLIES. There are so many diversions and distractions and busyness to keep your mind and heart occupied. These past five weeks have just vanished before my eyes! The last month of pregnancy, which usually just drags on and on has been filled with holidays, weddings, christmas shopping, christmas making, christmas cards, christmas movies, a trip to the Philharmonic, decorating, parties, lists, sparkle, plans, happiness.
Last week I deep cleaned the childrens' rooms and the Spare Oom. I crawled on hands and knees into the 3 1/2 foot tall storage cubby and organized it, barely being able to heave myself out once I was in. I changed sheets on beds. I tidied the school room shelves and bookcases. I cleaned the living room. The mudroom (the worst room in the house-always-and the first place everyone sees when they enter) was completely emptied and cleaned out. Stocking stuff was sorted for each child. Presents were wrapped. The laundry got caught up. The cobwebs were swiped. The floors were swept. Matt fixed the baby bed. Everything was just right. Ready. And then, no Tiddle!
Since the house was so tidy and all my diversions were used up, I decided, very spontaneously, to invite a few friends over for a cookie decorating party...the next day. I stayed up until midnight making dozens of cookies. Of course, our neighbor saw the lights on up so late and called the next day wondering if a baby might have been keeping us up. Around that same time, Matt had been feeling poorly and stayed home from work for a day. Another neighbor, up the road a bit, saw his car and thought the baby had come too and came calling. Seems everyone on the hill is on baby watch!
As happens with a family living, a clean house last week does not equal a clean house this week. Spiders weave webs, dirt gets tracked in, children scatter blocks and Legos to the four corners of the house and clothes get dirty again. It isn't nesting...it's just life at this point.
But it is keeping me busy as we wait upon this little one. Which is always a good thing. I am going to recharge my camera battery and pack up a hospital bag today (something I've always waited to do until I was on my way to the hospital)...a little 'hurry up Lord! I'm ready!' message.
I hope you all are doing well and having a wonderful balance of calm and bright these days leading up to Christmas!
And Tiddle...whatever you do, if you wait until after your due date (agh!), please please please come before Christmas Eve!
You'd make your Mama so happy.