Hawt and bawd.

I'm now 40+2 and waiting somewhat impatiently for this baby to arrive.

Everyone keeps texting Court and I to ask if anything has happened. I ignore the texts, but Court is nicer and replies to each one.

The weather is ridiculous. This is the third day it will be about 40 degrees and I'm over having the air conditioner running non-stop, but I'm not going to turn it off and allow this little box of heat to warm up.

Both of us just want to head down south for a few days of relief from the heat, but.....obviously we have to sit around here and wait this baby out. I now have a strong feeling it will have to be induced.

Chewsday.

Yesterday I was TIRED. I thought it could have been a big day (by my standards) on Sunday, not enough sleep etc. I left work at lunch time and came home to have a snooze.

Today I've taken the day off to rest up some more. I slept for nearly ten hours last night. And so I think that this third trimester has caught up with me. With only a couple of weeks to go. I certainly feel like my mobility has changed in the past few days: more grunting when I move, a much larger effort required to roll over in bed.

I need to take it squeezy, but I'm already thinking of everything that needs to be done around the house. I might make a list. And check it twice. It's that time of year, after all.

Last night we had a little band Christmas catch-up in a park. It was nice to see everyone again, but I was a bit groggy from my nap and I felt a bit out of it.

Ramblings

Well, time has flown since the last time I blogged. But it feels like it's dragging.

I'm just too impatient.

I've taken the day off for a midwife appointment at lunch time. Fridays are really slow at work and I have a few sick days saved up, so what the heck, right? Good news is that there are only four days of work left and I'm going to make it! I'm feeling pretty good and not really tired at work, although my fat ankles look pretty unappealing.

I got my hair done for the last time BC last night. Today I'm having coffee with my friend Jacq...hopefully finishing Christmas shopping...dinner with Ma tonight...I feel like I have a countdown and a whole lot of things to accomplish in the next couple of weeks. It's weird.

I feel this baby will come early (although that could just be me hoping like crazy), but at the same time, I don't really feel any different so I don't envisage labour starting any time soon.

While I'm in Subi today, it just so happens I'll be near the shop that sells THAT nappy bag. What's a girl to do? I'll have to check it out...

Court and I put up our Christmas tree the other night. I feel silly putting it up because I feel like Christmas will be in limbo this year. We'll probably end up spending the day on the couch like any other lazy day of the year. That sort of thinking doesn't stop me from really really hoping that we'll have a little babe to put under the tree and take a photo of on Christmas morning. That would make me the happiest girl in the world. Completely overjoyed.

I haven't bought a Christmas present for the baby. I feel a bit silly doing it if it doesn't arrive in time. I haven't bought one for Court either. He said he was happy with me giving him a baby, but I don't know if he is satisfied with that or if he would like a Blu Ray disc too.

Cankles and whatnot

I haven't blogged in a fair while. I was going to last week, but I sat here staring blankly at the screen with no idea of what to say.

This time around isn't really much better, but I thought I should write something this month.

Court has been at work all day and he won't be home until after I'm in bed tonight. I've just been pottering around, watering the garden, doing some washing and resting my big lumpy belly and tired feet.

In the past two weeks I've noticed my ankles starting to swell. It's only minimal so far, but enough for me to buy a pair of comfy sandals this afternoon. Sandals that I can slip on and off without buckling, because I can't reach my feet on the ground.

So. Sew. Sow. We've a little under five weeks until this baby is due. I can't really put into words how excited and impatient I am. I'm also nervous that I will have to stop work early because I will be too tired. I'm also petrified about having a gorgeous little thing dependent on me for life.

Stuff we haven't done

There are a few things. We still have eight (ish) weeks, but I think the common thing is to have everything ready to go in about four to six weeks.

Our baby's room is still a spare room. We were going to paint it.

I haven't sold the dresser that should be vacating that room. I haven't done a lot of other things.

We're going to be busy.

I was given the week off work by the doctor and by my lovely colleagues. Last night I felt that I'm finally starting to come good, so next week I'll be back at work, thanking everyone for covering me - in particular, the poor person that had to do the class in which my student was giving a speech.

I get so blue when I'm sick, but I absolutely love the 'getting better' feeling. It fills me with positivity, even though my nose is still a bit snotty and I still have a hacking cough.

Yesterday I found the baby sling I want online AND I found someone selling a brand new one on eBay for less than half the price. I never have that sort of eBay luck! It has about three days to go and I hope no one else has their eye on it as well.

I also found a most beautiful nappy bag. It's totally extravagant and over the top and has a price to match. $190. None on eBay unfortunately. That's it up there. Pretty, right?

It's funny. As much as I covet that bag and many other pretty and pricey things, I do have a strong, conscious sense of being less materialistic than usual. I know I'll have to be in the coming months and perhaps that's why I'm losing it now. I feel that as long as we can provide basic needs for ourselves and our child, we'll be okay.

Another effing cold? Fo shiz, body?

I don't like whingers and I don't like whinging, but I'm pretty pissed off with my body at the moment.

I'm getting sick again. AGAIN. What the eff?! This one feels chesty.

Should I cut my body some slack? It is doing an exceptional baby-growing job, after all. Okay, body, you're forgiven. I'll shower you with nothing but love (and warm soapy water) this weekend and hopefully you'll come good.

Aside from that, life is good. We have nine weeks to go until our baby gets ready to move out of my ute and into our house. I'm feeling good - not tired yet - and still coping fine with work.

We've had two antenatal classes so far. I've found both of them really informative and reassuring. I appreciate how experienced the midwives are. And they all seem to be English. Weird. We watched a video of a lady giving birth this week. It was strange because it was from the Netherlands, so English was overdubbed. It was also a little bit gross. Just a little bit. Mostly it was quite nice.