Full term

The baby is officially full term as of today.

Yesterday I was in the office until nearly 2 a.m. I needed to stay late, but I actually could have left at a more reasonable hour, like 11 or 12. Instead I whipped myself into an organizing frenzy and cleared off my desk and sorted through all my files. I finished all the little nagging tasks that were sitting on my desk. I felt satisfied when I left that if necessary, I could walk away without too many loose ends dangling. The crib still has packaged-up sheets sitting on top of the bare mattress, the nursery is still curtainless, and our supply of newborn clothes is entirely inadequate, so I guess that was my version of nesting.

As every pregnant woman knows, if you're lucky enough to make it to the last few weeks, you get to a point where you are DONE being pregnant. My body weight has increased by nearly 40%, my feet and ankles are so swollen that not a single pair of my shoes fits anymore, and the skin on my belly feels like it will split open, but I haven't gotten to that "get this baby out" stage yet. I'm enjoying the last few weeks of our peaceful lives together before chaos hits.

P.S. - I just googled "swollen feet pregnancy" and now I am paranoid that I have preeclampsia. Nausea, check, excessive swelling that lasts for days, check. Anyway, doctor's appointment on Tuesday -- I'm probably fine, and if not then it's goodbye peace, hello OR.