This will be a very quick update as a wolf down a sandwich and get ready to go to my accupuncture and midwife appointments.
I was hoping that I wouldn't be making this update, that we would have a birth announcement to post by this time, but here we are, still waiting.
I continue to grow more and more impatient. I worry about going to 42 weeks and being induced --something I'm sure my midwife will be discussing with me today. I continue to become increasinly uncomfortable. The Braxton Hicks seem to have increased in both frequency and intensity. Not enough to believe that they are "real" contractions, but enough for me to now wince and have to sit down. I feel bad that I can't be more productive. I especially miss being able to play with The Bean the way I would like to in the evenings. (Evenings are worse.) But again, there's not much that can be done.
On a lighter note, Jen and I went out for what will likely be our last pre-Sprout date on Saturday night. Our favourite band, the band that brought us together, is on tour supporting another larger band. The show that they had scheduled here was cancelled because the lead singer of the other band was sick, so they quickly booked their own headlining show. It was my due date, so we didn't have tickets to the original show, but with no signs of imminent labour, we bought tickets to the last-minute show. It was awesome. We haven't seen them since Jen was pregnant with The Bean. Sprout kicked up a storm so we figure she either loves them or hates them, but being in this family, I'm sure it's the former. :) We got to go backstage afterwards and the girls wished us well, telling us it's likely they'll be back soon, perhaps with a family-friendly show scheduled. We'll be looking forward to it almost as much as Sprout's arrival.
Here's the (huge) 40(+1) week belly: