41 weeks! WHOA

Whoa, I didn't expect to be writing a 41 week post, that's for sure. At 37 weeks when I had my first episode with contractions I could time... I was thinking that was going to be it.
Now, here I sit and wait as patiently as a type A person can wait.

It's been a strange week around here. Part of me is perfectly content waiting until Tuesday. The planner in me likes that I have a scheduled spot, know which midwife is on call (Jodi- one of my favorites), can plan the rest of the days to be as great as possible, and likes that it's my favorite number (17). The uncomfortable part of me doesn't know how I'm going to make it 3 more days when I am not sleeping well, it hurts to walk, hurts to sit, my belly pulls on muscles when I lay on my side(s), etc. I'm not really sure what to do with my time when I can't really do anything.

I'd actually be ok with tomorrow or Monday as well. Going into labor on my own is preferable because I would like to limit medical interventions (except for the epidural- I'm all about that), Dave would get more days home with me and the baby and everyone is here and ready. My mom and dad actually left for the night to celebrate my mom's birthday (at the hot springs- lucky them) but can be back within an hour if I go into labor. Dave and I would also get to spend today together- it's our date day (I guess technically we could have one Monday as well if I hold out until Tuesday). We're on our way to the farmer's market soon, then I'll rest, then we're going to go for my favorite dessert and possibly to a minor league hockey game tonight (free tickets from his work).

So Babelet, come on out tomorrow! We're ready for you kid!

PS I can not wait to see Dave as a dad, he's getting so excited and I know he will be a great dad! It's so cute listening to him tell me how he can't wait to hold our babelet. I love him so much!