This morning the three of us went for a walk down to the creek. Yesterday I didn't get out of the house at all because it was so hot, so today we snuck in some outdoor time before it got too sticky.
When we got to the creek I told Rory that I wanted to sit on the bench for a while, that I felt like I was overdoing it...my stomach was really tight and I had good cramps under my belly.
He replied, "good. keep overdoing it. let's have you climb that tree for a bit before you sit down."
We're so ready for this to begin!
When we got home Ivar lost a ball under his dresser. I told Rory that I am done getting down on all fours to retrieve toys. He needed to go get the ball.
He replied, "actually, I think that would be good for you. Maybe check under the crib too. And you could water the garden."
Heh. He makes me laugh.
The thing is, this baby is only one day overdue. I wouldn't even consider it "late" yet...
My trouble is that a few weeks ago I just sort of decided in my head that the baby would probably come early because that would be handy for our moving date. In my head the baby coming early would actually be more like the baby coming on time. The baby coming on time would be late. The baby coming later than its due date would be hard to imagine. I mean, we move in 10 days. Two of those will be spent in the hospital.
As we get closer to the move date I laugh a little more awkwardly about the absurdity of moving with a baby so tiny and a body so tired. Not sure how this will all turn out. But I'm not actually that stressed about it either. Our house is pretty good and packed up. My folks were here yesterday filling more boxes. The basement is completely ready to be loaded into the Uhaul. My clothes are packed except for a few outfits. We'll be okay. And Rory has had full warning that there may very well be a moment when I fall apart, and so at least he has been prepared.
So we wait. Today we're heading to the mall to pass some time. And we will work in some tree climbing and leg lunges after that.
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Oh, how well I remember that time of waiting! My sister came out to visit when I was at 40 weeks with our second, with the intent of helping me to "move things along" and perhaps even "break my water" (we tried spicy food, long walks, etc.). Instead our main sewer connection broke and we were without a toilet for two days. Not a pleasant episode when I was so pregnant -- but ever after my sister has joked that she really did "break my water'! Know that I'm keeping you in prayer for a safe and peaceful delivery.
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