By the time most people read this I will probably have a baby. As I write this it is 5 pm on Monday and I'm scheduled to get induced tomorrow morning at 7:30. I just ate a chili dog for dinner, cause I'm lazy and it sounded good, and it resulted in instant heartburn. My kids are currently naked and waiting for the macaroni I'm cooking them for dinner to be done. I'm not winning any awards for nutrition today, those can wait till next week.
I know I won't sleep well tonight. At least my doctor said I'm allowed to eat breakfast, no starving myself before having this baby. I have mixed feelings about getting induced, cause its just 8 days before my due date so I'm not losing that much time that I thought I might have, but having an expiration date to my pregnancy is strange. I'm sure everyone is tired of hearing about it, but I cannot think about anything else, so I don't care.
I looked at all of my previous belly pictures and even though I took a lot, I still wish I'd taken more. I'm not going to look like this ever again, which makes me strangely sad. Oh no I will never have to wear pants with an elastic panel and weigh 30 extra pounds again. Whatever will I do? I know its a weird feeling, but I was sort of sad to not be pregnant after I had both of my girls, but this time its so much more final. I looked like this in January:
I guess I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be. I did get to go see Brave too, so I'm glad that Pixar and my doctor were in agreement over my induction date. Could've lived without the other trip to the movies to see Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter though.