I am due tomorrow. Or Friday. Depending on what chart you use.
And I hate not knowing when this kid is actually going to make an appearance.
I tend to be one of those people that show up to every engagement not just on time, but early. It's weird, since in a lot of other aspects of life I am not that organized. But when it comes to scheduled events, I am beyond punctual. I tend to get anxious when I have to wait.
So here I am, trying to be calm, and not read into every little thing my body does.
Like the fact that I have to pee every 10 minutes. Or that I have been having contractions so often that it seems like I am just a walking contraction that never ends.
Or the sudden crampiness in my lower back/abdomen this morning. And my desire to scrub the bathroom (which I am only resisting because I don't want to breathe in the cleaning fumes).
I have been working on knitting a small baby blanket (don't get excited, it's really just a very wide scarf - I didn't magically get talented or anything over pregnancy) and some curtains for the bathroom and baby room should be arriving today. Maybe Jonas is waiting for those things to get done. He wants everything to be ready for him.
I haven't quite hit the full on anxious stage yet, since through the whole process I have felt that there was no reason to get antsy prior to the due date. But I know once Friday comes and goes, I'll need to make a concentrated effort to be calm.