So I just *knew* I'd go into labor this past weekend. I mean, DH was off and we spent the whole weekend together - and it would have been nice to not have to worry about how to get in touch with him. But noooo. Julie wants to hang out inside. I am having issues with pain. I have had a few contractions, but mainly it feels like.. um.. like crampy, almost like I'm about to start my period. Not comfortable and not even something I can get excited about because the pain just STAYS there, I can't even fool myself into thinking they're contractions.
My boss asked me about 20 times if I was taking off next week. I kept saying no, we're just going to have to play it by ear. I don't have the vacation to just...take an entire week off and *wait* for the baby to come. She might come late! Then I'm out of vacation and have sat on my butt for an entire week for NOTHING.
Everyone seems to having different views on the whole first time mom thing. Some people say I'll come late, some people say I'll come early. And if ONE MORE PERSON tells me I'm going to have the baby on such and such date because they know someone who knows someone who's birthday/anniversary/whatever is that day, I'm gonna smack 'em.
Oh, and speaking of smacking people... will you (not you guys, work people) PLEASE stop asking me if I've popped out the baby yet. Obviously not. I'm still pregnant - and still at work. And can I just say that getting asked by the SAME people EVERY SINGLE DAY when I'm due is getting really old as well? I mean, seriously? Pay attention the first time! Or second...or third.. but 33rd is a BIT MUCH.
*sigh* I know she'll come when she's ready. But I'M ready now! *pout*