Given that I'm sure no one, least of all me, needs a total rundown of the entirety of the cleaning I have done, I'll just say nothing else of note has really gone on. Well, it has, but none of it is anything I really want to write about, or look back on with any sort of fondness at all. So I'm going to gloss over the endless drama, and suffice to say we now have a new switchboard in the house fusebox, the landlords were happy with the state of the house at inspection, but not the rent we owe situation, but that is fixed now, and I am moving on to bigger and better things, mentally at least.
We are definitely at the business end of things now with this babe. I have an induction date booked for the 14th of October, obviously due to the GD and babe's size being somewhat worrisome. So we have ten days to convince it to choose it's own date, or be content with the one given. I'm definitely feeling it now, the weight of the babe is placing weight on my back which is responding with agonising pain, making it difficult to sleep / move / walk whatever. I can deal with it, I've dealt with far worse pain from this back of mine, but lets just say there are no long car trips in order nor any aerobic sessions planned.
As at Monday's weigh in at the hospital, I currently weigh 90.2 kg which means I have put on a grand total of 8 kilo's this pregnancy. Not bad given how huge I am, but when I turn around and look back at myself in the mirror I can see all of that weight is baby. I can definitely see I have lost weight everywhere else, and I am hoping to keep that trend up after babe is born through walking and excercise. If nothing else the pain in my back has reminded me what it was really like to be this big before, and just living with the constant pain in my back and hips, and it's not something I am willing to just live with again, for any reason other than pregnancy.
I'm absolutely busting a gut to have this baby now though. Quite often I am being asked *oh, are you over it yet, do you just want it out now* and the answer to that is yes - and no. Yes I would like the baby out, but no, it is not because I am *over* the pregnancy. I want this baby out now because I am absolutely desperate to hear it's first cry, to see what colour eyes it has, to know how much it weighs, and to know with my own eyes that it is is fine and healthy. In short, I am just so damned excited to finally meet this child, that hell yes, I want it to shuffle along! But no.. I am not over the pregnancy in any way, shape or form. It's not too bad all in all, and I realise how long it took me to get here, and I am still in awe that my body (the one that never does as it's told) is doing such a marvellous job.
Anyways - that's it from me right now. The bags are packed and waiting, and so it seems, am I.
37 weeks and 5 days
