The home stretch… at least I hope. She’s due on Saturday.
I made it through finals week, grading, and my grad class, which were the big things I had to get done before she comes. I’m totally moved out of the high school; handed in my keys on Thursday. Now my to-do list is just nesting and gardening, and I feel like it’s leaving me thinking too much about her arrival. Every Braxton-Hicks contraction feels like it could be the start of labor. It’s not that I’m even that uncomfortable carrying her, it’s just this waiting and uncertainty. I wasn’t prepared for the mental game.