The baby feels not quite done yet. Or maybe I'm not quite ready for it to be done? This pregnancy has been a huge blessing in my life. I've been well, my body has been strong, and I really do feel like I was made for this. Its flown by, and most of the time it's been a breeze.
That said, I was placed on modified bed rest last week and sent to work from home until Hurricane Alexander makes his or her debut. There have been many jugs filled with pee and I am using my borrowed blood pressure cuff on the daily. Everything is good so far, but I still have to take precautions. That's the hardest part, the waiting. You get good news, but then you wait some more. You wait for your blood pressure to go up or down, or your protein count to change, or maybe even your water to break and a baby to come and solve all the problems on its own. And maybe there isn't really any problem at all, and really there probably isn't, but you gotta take the precautions because like: a baby! So you take your blood pressure again, and resist the urge to clean the whole house like a living freight train because of bed rest or whatever.
So for now I will do my work, and watch my cockatiel videos, and feel content with waiting.