37 weeks

That seems like so far along. Today I'm 37 weeks pregnant. I could have my baby any day and he would be healthy. Granted, I don't think that's going to happen (him coming any day now), but it's still a crazy thought.

Being so close to mommyhood has made me a little anxious. Things that normally wouldn't bother me are and I have that first trimester exhaustion all over again. It does make me a bit concerned about handling labor and a newborn and interrupted sleep patterns. It sounds silly, but it is reassuring to know this is all normal...

Today E is going on a day trip to do man things. I was kind of hurt when he first asked. I felt like he didn't want to spend time with me before the baby comes or that he doesn't want to get the house ready. Then I put myself in his shoes. This is probably one of the last times he'll be able to just go off for a day without a care for a while. He needs some me time before becoming a daddy. I need to be understanding and give that to him. 

So I'm going to make a pedicure appointment and get some things done around the house. Nothing taxing (obviously!) but there are still nagging tasks I need to get off my plate. Stupid thank you cards...

Now is the time my patience is tested. It takes me longer to do things, I have to constantly think about myself and my body, the finish line is in sight, but not THAT close. Change is imminent but I still have some time to wait. This is the hardest time for me mentally. Lets hope I make it through ok...