Three more days... before I add 7 and start counting down to my induction. I think this baby is not going anywhere on it's own. And really, who could blame it? If you were getting all the ice cream you want, if you never had to be cold, if you didn't have anything to do all day but stretch and sleep and hiccup lazily, would you risk losing all of that and head out for parts unknown? I wouldn't. I'd stay right where I was, too. Smart baby.
The longer I wait, the more difficult it is to believe that this is really going to happen. I'm starting to get complacent with the status quo (you know, except for the mind-numbing impatience and the 40 trips to the potty a day). I'm starting to notice the things I'll be missing afterward... like it just being me and Senor. I will definitely miss that when our new friend arrives. Like just getting out of the car and walking into the apartment. That's out, for sure. Like going to work without tearing my heart out over the little buddy I have to leave behind. Like ONLY having to get up to go to the bathroom.
Life is good. Perhaps I should stop counting down and start enjoying these last few days...
Aahh, who am I kidding? Come out, come out, wherever you are!