I’m still pregnant., which in spite of my belief that I would go early, is to be expected. I’m not disappointed or upset. I’m still staying at my mother’s house, but I may be able to move back here tonight. The house is still a mess, but the dust should be pretty much gone. DH has been working his butt off all week and all weekend to get it ready for me to come back.
If we do come back tonight, I’m going to focus tomorrow on organizing all the baby stuff we’ve received. Currently, some is in the car, some is at my in-laws, and some is here. It would be nice to get all the clothes washed and put away, all the diaper changing stuff put together, all the toys put together, and even find a place to keep the items we won’t need for some time yet.
My sister thinks that the baby will wait until the 9th because both my nephews were born on the 9th. I hope not, but in case I do go way over my due date, and wind up burning up a chunk of maternity leave, DH is going to take two weeks off of work when I go back to work to take care of the baby. He’s taking one week off when we first have it to help me out. Originally, it was supposed to be the other way, but then I rethought our strategy, and I feel better about this.
That’s all I have for now. My life is pretty much a waiting game……with some slight discomfort thrown in for good measure.