I can't believe I'm ONLY 37 weeks! I feel SO HUGE!!! I am trying not to be too ornery, but it seems no matter how positive I am one moment, I feel like yelling the next. My poor husband has learned to accept my crabbiness, but I feel bad for the boys as they tend to take it more personally, Elijah especially, since he's so young.
We were supposed to have our home visit with the midwife last Thursday, but she was doing a birth and had another client also in early labor. I haven't heard from her, so I'm assuming she's either recovering from two births or still at a birth. It'll be two weeks tomorrow since I've seen her and I'm anxious to see how things are progressing (baby's position, my measurement, etc.) Plus, it would be nice to have her travel here once before the actual birth.
We are also on the countdown to my parents leaving for two weeks of vacation. So, I have 6 days to go into labor before they leave. No pressure! Paul's convinced I'm going to have the baby this week, but I'm trying not to get my hopes up too much.