39 weeks

I simply cannot explain with words how confused and in denial I feel to be 39 weeks. I'm going to freaking have a BABY in the next few days/weeks. Like, an actual, real, newborn baby that I grew! You would think having done this twice before, that I would be able to wrap my head around it, but if anything I am struggling with the whole idea more this time. I don't know if it is because I have been more distracted this pregnancy with the kidlets maybe - I have less time to think about it. Or maybe it's that for the most part I am still feeling pretty good, so it's hard to believe how close to the end I am. I had an especially busy weekend too, so that kept me extra distracted. I just can't believe how close I am. I could have a baby by this time next week!

Speaking of when bubba is going to join us... My entire family have dates picked, the first of which is this Friday. However, almost everyone thinks I'll go past 40 weeks. I know it is likely I will go over 40 weeks again, but for some reason it really bothers me that everyone thinks I will still be pregnant at 40 weeks (and for some, a week or more after). I don't know - it kind of takes away from the excitement of the possibility that it could happen any day, and makes me feel like maybe I'll just be pregnant forever. I think crazy pregnant lady has taken over my logic again. Of course I'm not going to be pregnant forever. At the very most, it would probably be three weeks, but most likely less. I don't think I'm even in a rush for it to happen anyway. I have a few things I still need to organise, as well as a book I want to finish. Hubby and I have been watching Friends, and we are halfway through season 9 - we could probably finish that before bubba comes haha! So, in some ways I don't want to bubba to come yet - I don't quite feel ready.

I had a really lovely, busy weekend. I went away overnight with my mum's group. In the past we have gone out to a shack at the beach, but as my due date was so close, we decided to stay a bit closer to home - so just stayed at one of the mums houses. She lives out in the bush though, so it still felt like a lovely escape. As it turned out, this getaway was also a surprise baby shower for me! Not with organised games and all that, but I received a few beautiful gifts, and one of the mums made a big rainbow cake for the occasion. We spent the whole weekend talking and eating and drinking (for those that could). We stayed up well past my bed time, and then I ended up waking early anyway - but it turned out okay, as I spent ages in the dark looking out the window to the twinkling lights of the city, and then watched the sunrise. It was so beautiful and peaceful - such nourishment for the soul. I never just stop and appreciate stuff like that anymore. It was lovely.

I didn't leave until after lunch the next day. I came home, and we went straight to my parents to see my aunt and uncle who are over visiting from England. Then hubby and I went out for tea and a movie that night. It was a full on weekend with no time to stop - which was a good distraction, but it also threw me out of feeling ready for the birth, etc. I'm still trying to get myself back into that headspace.

I am now just wanting to get all those last minute things done, and then just enjoy these last days/weeks of being pregnant. Enjoy this time before our lives change entirely!

And here I am at 39 weeks! I'm pretty sure bubba is pretty well out of room - the movements are very much just squirming now. I bet he/she is curled up into a pretty tight ball! My next midwife appointment isn't until Saturday, and of course I'm hoping not to make it...