Well, I am following the pattern of many and am now over my due date.
I’m mostly ok with this, he will come out when he’s ready, and I am really paying attention to these last days alone. I will never have them again. Even when he is grown up and gone he will be in my head, someone I can call, or who can call me. So I am relishing the hours alone even as I am a bit impatient for them to end.
The weekend was pleasant, with walks with DLJ, watching a movie, I made homemade cinnamon rolls that were very good (thank you, Alton Brown) and made some beads. If the rain lets up today I will take some photos for auctions for the week.
What else? Not much. Just waiting, existing, taking it slow and enjoying the last moments truly to myself…they could end at any time.
I have an ultrasound on Wed. if he is not here, to check the amniotic levels and see how he’s doing. If all is well, we wait some more.
I am happy about the rain today. Not only does it refill my rainbarrels and water my veggies, but it is slow, and meditative. Cozy. A bit strange in August, but I will take it.