Due Date

I'm still pregnant. But lots of irony going on around here. Two days ago we noticed our ceiling was leaking water. I was wishing it was my water that was leaking, but no. So we've added that to our to-do list. And yesterday Joe popped a tire on his truck. Again, wishing it was me that was popping! So we've got a bucket sitting in our living room catching the water drops and we're down a car. AND our go-to people to watch the kids when baby comes are out of commission. Joe's mom is fine now, Praise God, but she did have a heart 'episode' two nights ago that landed her in the hospital. Again, wishing it was me in the hospital. :-)

As far as the progression is going, I am progressing so that's good. I feel contractions in the evenings, nothing too exciting, but a good sign I guess. I was telling Joe how the most annoying part (almost more annoying than trying to get comfortable at night) are the people at Silas' school. And by annoying, I mean in nothing but a loving way. BUT, I get questions and pitiful looks and comments like, "You're still pregnant?" and "Oh, you poor thing!" and it drives me bonkers. His teacher always asks me, "How are things going...?" and I know she wants to know the juicy details, and I'm fine to share that, but it's a little awkward talking about the softness and dilation of my cervix in a crowded hallway at preschool pickup! But, again, I know she cares and is excited so I tell her (and everyone else listening!)

Because Joe even has pity on me (I act like I'm three weeks overdue with twins! HA!) he offered to get up with the kids this morning and get them off to school so I could sleep in. And just so you know, this has been an 'issue' since school started. Him not thinking it's stressful for me to get both kids up, dressed, fed and out the door by 8am (while he often is sleeping) and me just wanting some help. When he told me last night that this morning he would take care of it I was beyond thrilled. Like Christmas Morning thrilled!

I ended up in Veda's bed last night from about 3am on since both kids crawled in bed with us (and one peed through his pull up!). At 7am I heard Joe get up with the kids and a few minutes later the lights are blaring in my eyes as I'm laying in Veda's bed. There she was, naked, and looking for some clothes to wear. I hear down the hall Joe talking to a crying Silas about getting dressed. Silas was refusing. He wanted to watch a show in his undies (which I let him do every morning, but dad doesn't know our routine). So it was a total stand off in Silas' room. And Veda is in her room putting on clean pajamas to wear to school. It was hard not to intervene, but I let it ride out for the time.

Veda left the room and got sent back to put on regular clothes. She's in tears, Silas is in tears, Joe's stressed in his boxers. And yes, my friends, welcome to a Thursday morning!

Joe made the wrong cereal for Veda, I eventually got up to help (couldn't stand the sad kids), told Silas he could watch half a show in his undies and ended up eating the unwanted cereal. Veda compromised and put jeans on over her pajama pants and then I ended up making Silas' lunch because who knows what he would have gone to school with had I not. Probably a few slices of salami and a box of cereal.

"Joe, your truck has a flat tire, how are we going to organize the day? Oh, and aren't the roofing people coming today, did you pick up the supplies?"

He's on the phone trying to figure out what his day will look like, Veda gets into the granola bars, Silas is hiding, I'm trying to explain to Joe how to drop off Silas at school and the fastest route to get to Veda's school. Informing him that there is a 15 min time gap and he might want to stop and grab coffee so he's not waiting in the parking lot of Veda's school. Everyone is running late and Veda wants her balloon blanket that is on the other side of the house.

And that was my relaxing morning not having to get the kids ready and out the door :) But really, it was nice to have an extra hand even if he didn't know our normal routine.

Now I wait. Tick....tock....tick....tock. I will go back in at 41 weeks if baby has not made an appearance and get a stress test done. Assuming baby is fine and I have plenty of fluids I think they'll conservatively help things along by stripping membranes and doing a gel treatment. But I'm feeling hopeful that baby will be here in the next few days (hours!).