thirty-eight weeks and one day today. her carseat is somewhere between target.com and my apartment office. i have the paper for her birth announcements. i bought a lamp the other day. i'm confident that david and delana will show up with a rocking chair when they come for ellie's birthday. landon's still sleeping on the mattress in the living room floor. i got up three times to pee last night instead of two. braxton hicks contractions come about every 15 to 20 minutes now. the doctor said i'm "making progress" when i was there yesterday - i'll spare you the specifics of how she knows that. i seem to have topped out at 28 pounds gained - i haven't gained any more in the past two weeks. i want so badly to have her in my arms, but i continue to marvel at how strong she is kicking inside of me. i'll miss it. i know that. i told landon i'm trying not to have the baby on the superbowl. he told me it was OK if i did. "it'll give us something to do." what a guy. i only have six more days of work. i really want to get this list of things done before she gets here. but i know it's not the end of the world if i don't. the list is kinda long. laundry. house cleaning. car upkeep. bathing doc. another part of me wants to just sit on the couch and enjoy the last days of feeling my baby move inside me.
mostly, i'm just trying to find ways to make the hours pass.
it'll all be over so soon, but right now it feels like it'll be forever.
Aiming for progress, not perfection.
"...being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you
will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."