I guess, somewhere deep down I had thought that I'd go into labor right at 37 weeks. Or maybe I had hoped.
I can't get comfortable in the bed anymore unless I'm completely exhausted and can fall asleep before my hips start to hurt. Which is like.....never. I might be tired, but my mind is still running at 100 MPH.
Work sucks. I hate bending. I hate lifting. I hate walking. I am starting to hate my co-workers lol
And - this was the kicker for me - my worry about her has come back. Not like, worrying about her and what's going to happen when she gets here, but worrying about the next three weeks and even IF she will get here. I know that's completely horrible, but it's like... I have to seek out the bad things in order to .... I dunno, prepare or something.
I just want her here I wanna make this "real" for DH and I. I know when she gets here it'll be a whole new list of problems and worries, but at least I'd have my little girl.