Getting Close

Shawn and Max just left for the library and playground, a typical Saturday morning outing. I had planned on taking this time to do some much needed cleaning in the apartment, but my body is telling me to sit down and have some tea and cereal. My hips are getting loose and achy, giving me a reminder that the baby's arrival is drawing nearer. Tomorrow I hit the 37 week "full term" mark, meaning I can give birth anytime between tomorrow and 42 weeks. Five weeks is a big, crazy window of time to know that it could be "anytime". Max was 4 days late, so I probably have about 3 more weeks to go. I'm getting really slow. Yesterday I took Max to the zoo after an outing on the bus and it was too much, we were out for 3 hours and I'm really sore today. I've been so busy I haven't had much time to notice the pregnancy, but the baby is reminding me now of it's impending arrival.

We're pretty ready, changing table and baby clothes set up in our room, infant seat in the car, bags mostly packed. Emotionally, though, I don't think we've quite wrapped our heads around it. Max has been very clingy and needy, wanting to snuggle all the time, and when I don't give him the attention he wants (because I'm trying to clean or make his lunch) he throws toys, hits me, and in the last few days has been biting my belly. I'm struggling to give him all the attention he needs while getting the rest I need and keep up on housework and managing the apartments. I think it is going to take me awhile to find my rhythm after the baby is born. Shawn and I did manage to squeeze in a dinner date last week, it was lovely to get away for a few hours and enjoy our meal.

Last night we enjoyed hanging out with Alicia and got Paseo (lovely cuban food) for dinner and then we spent some time at the park. Max loves his Aunt Alicia and was delighted that she stayed and read to him in the bath.

We're all pretty tired and frazzled by Max's 2 year old behavior but we're muddling through it. Hopefully the new baby will take it easy on us. Max is now saying the baby is a boy (for the longest time he said "girl baby")...I've gone back and forth myself and now have no idea. We are getting excited to meet this new little baby, and we're hoping for a smooth labor and delivery. Fingers crossed!