One day to go. One day until I can justifiably feel a bit fed up of playing the waiting game, and potentially one day to go until we can finally meet our firstborn child. Every little twinge, every sign makes us jump up and wonder if it's go time, only to be disappointed a couple of minutes later.
Things are happening - I had my 40 week midwife appointment yesterday and the baby's head is fully engaged, just waiting for the rest of my body to catch up and the baby to release those wonderful hormones which signal that it's ready to make an appearance in the world. It's an update from last week, when the baby's head was still palpable and only 2/5 engaged. So, we're not stuck in limbo; there has been a lot of progress.
We've been telling the baby that we're ready, and trying to entice it out with promises of snow (figuring this half-Canadian baby might be coaxed by the white stuff). It's missed out on the snow, so maybe it's waiting for the big thaw to be complete before it makes a grand entrance.
The baby is apparently as big as a watermelon and can weigh up to 9 pounds, according to the WhatToExpect.com iPhone App. I'm not going to pretend that I can't remember a time when that counter said 30 weeks to go, or when the baby was as big as a pineapple or even a pumpkin seed. Still, it's gone sloooowwwwlllllly. I'm sure I'll look back on this time and wonder where it all went, but at this stage I'm carrying a watermelon and feeling pretty huge. I can't wait to see the baby, which I suppose is the reason I feel it's dragging along.
So, watch this space. Hopefully the weekend will bring not only progress but a tiny baby to call our very own.
