waiting

A few weeks ago I convinced myself that this baby is coming early. So, I got every possible thing ready. And now I'm ready. And now I'm bored.

If you are pregnant and sometime, about 4 weeks away from your due date you start to have symptoms of early labor...ignore them! It doesn't necessarily mean anything. Though, of course, it could mean something. And that part is aggravating. At least once a day I feel something weird and think, "hmmmm..." Somedays I am good at ignoring it by thinking things like, "oh, come on. You'll need to do a little more than that to get my attention." But somedays I'm not so good at it. "I need to sneeze! This might be it! It might enough to start labor!"

I know, I know. Ridiculous.

Yesterday was rainy and yucky and Andrew and I stayed inside and stared at each other all day. He was much better about it than I was. Today, we are going out. It is still cloudy and a little chilly. But I have big plans to get out and do something. I'm just not sure what yet. And I'm not even sure it matters.

My projects are drawing to a close. Especially the ones I can do while Andrew is up. My to-do list for each day is lame and uninspiring. The good news is that I am reading this great book on baking and I have groceries coming later today that will give Andrew and I some projects to work on, and eat this week. Plus, the sun should come out a little tomorrow. So if I can just wander through today, allowing myself another slow, quiet afternoon, I think I'll be over the hump.

Or who knows? Maybe in say, 10 minutes, labor will start and I'll have a not-lame-at-all, very inspiring project to work on.

But, I'm not holding my breath. This baby is not due for another week and a half.

I think I might be better off hoping for the sun to come out.