38.5 weeks

You read that right.

Thirty eight point five weeks.

That means there's only a week and a half left until my due date.

!

Today, Tuesday June 1st, 2010 is my first day of vacation. Want to know what I've done so far?

7:00 am - Woke up and made Matt some blueberry waffles.

7:30 am - Kissed the hubby goodbye and wished him a happy day at work while I cleaned up breakfast.

8:15 am - Woke Kobi up on my way out the door, frowned at the fog that was still lingering,

and headed into SLO for some errands.

10:30 am - Home again, used some almost old apples to make a small batch of applesauce. Yum!

11:15 am - Sat down at the computer to finally look at and edit the maternity photos Jen took for me.

She's amazing! Here's proof:

12:45 pm - Whipped up a tuna sandwich for lunch and snapped a 38.5 weeks belly photo because

I forgot to get one at 38 weeks.

I've run out of room, Paige. Time to come out.

1:20 pm - Now it's time to attempt homemade flour tortillas for the first time in my life!

I'll be making a big mess of my kitchen, then going for a nice walk with Kobi while the dough rises.

If they turn out to be somewhat edible, I'm making chicken quesadillas for dinner tonight. 

Needless to say, I'm feeling great!

I continue to have braxton hicks contractions, nothing consistent yet.

My midwives are still saying I'm right on track with weight gain and measurements.

They haven't told me yet if I'm dilated at all (TMI?)

but I'm ok with that.

I don't want to get my hopes up thinking I'll have this little girl early.

She'll arrive when she's ready, and I'll be ready too!

The car seat is in the car,

a small bag is packed with a couple tiny outfits and warm blankets,

I'll be getting together a bag for myself soon with

extra clothes and snacks and music and all kinds of fun things I want during labor..

My plan is to go the "no pain medication" route.

I don't know if I've mentioned that part yet in any of my postings.

I think I keep it to myself because

1) I don't want to offend anyone who might be all for the drugs and

2) I don't want to feel like a failure if I end up on meds.

I'm completely prepared to accept the fact that this birth may not be what I'm picturing,

but that doesn't mean I'm not going to try my hardest to stick to my plan.

That means lots of moving and changing positions,

soaking in a warm tub to ease the pain,

plenty of distractions (maybe the Laker game will be on?)

and support from Matt and our families.

One of the questions I've been getting lately is "Are you scared?"

I can honestly answer "No."

Maybe I should be scared. Or at least nervous. 

But I'm not.

I don't think those emotions will hit me until it's really happening.

Right now it's a "sometime-next-week" thing, but I know soon it will be a "possibly-this-afternoon" thing.

Until then I'm going to be thankful for this peace I've been given.

"He's got me and my baby, in His hands.."