Yep, still pregnant. Grayson has decided that now since it is safe to be born, he's going to burrow his little (read: massive) self in my belly and refuse to come out.
I. Am. Miserable.
And that's putting it VERY nicely. I am beyond huge. I should walk around with a caution tape plastered across my fat pregnant self as I tend to knock things, and people, over when I move. Furniture vibrate as I walk by. Little kids scurry away quickly when they see me coming. Or they stand right in front of me and I trample all over them since they are below my line of sight thanks to this massively ginormous belly I have attached to my front region. The damn thing needs its own zip code, it's that big. And I ain't lying. For the first time ever, my belly button is completely flat; it's usual deep cavernous hole has disappeared - the one thing I enjoy nowadays!
But on a serious note, I am very thankful that we have made it full term (37 weeks as of last Thursday). There were several times that we just knew Grayson wouldn't make it this far. So, we are very blessed and a sigh of relief can be had. But now it's time to get on with this birthing process. Like now. I have an appointment tomorrow at 2:45 pm, and I will be giving my OB an ultimatum of delivering me by Friday. Preferably Thursday because the last thing I need to do is have a c-section on Friday the 13th (OMG, asking for more drama!). I will be posting a Facebook status tomorrow morning asking for any and all suggestions on how to get my OB to deliver me this week instead of waiting till the 19th. I will be taking both girls with me and seeing that it will be their nap time and they will have spent the morning at school, I can almost guarantee my blood pressure will be high from two tired and whiny toddlers. Bonus!
Aside from being fat and miserable from typical pregnancy issues, my migraines have become so severe that some days I am stuck in bed all day, forcing brad to do everything with and for the girls. This has been hard on him, and for the most part, he has been understanding. I think he is finally realizing how bad my migraines have been, and I get less guilt trips from him.
So, it could be that I will have my baby boy Grayson in my arms (!) this week! If not, then we will keep on surviving and growing until April 19th and not a single day past that. I work Tuesday, Thursday, Friday of this week, then Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday after that, and then Grayson will make his debut Thursday!
Regardless of his final arrival date, I will soon have three kids, 3 years and younger.