40.2 weeks = ten months pregnant

well, the due date has come and gone; i'm now ten months pregnant. i can honestly say i didn't think i would make it this far. based on how i've been feeling for the last two weeks, i really thought my baby girl would be here by now. i was pretty confident my mother would make it to town, but i thought i would go into labor once i could relax with her here. i am only 2 days overdue (and some of you i know have been pushing the 42 week mark) but having jack on his due date... has me spoiled and in a bit of a funk. i'm not nearly as uncomfortable as i was last time, partly because i didn't gain even close to the amount of weight as i did with jack, and of course no two pregnancies are similar, i've learned. but. i am to the point where i just want to meet her - like all of you! it weighs on me (literally) to wake up each morning, especially after some of the rough nights of oooh, this could be it thinking. but it makes it even harder when i pick up the phone and the first words out of everyone's mouth is "are you in labor?" or "is the baby here?" like my status says on facebook: no news is... no news. you will know when the baby is here. promise.

so i've been making lists and making more lists. all the things that i wanted to get done, are and have been done for weeks. all the things that were not priorities, are also done. all the things that were not even issues, are too done. i had pizza on tuesday night, hoping that it would put me into labor as that was my last meal before jack. i got my hair done yesterday as i did that before i ate the pizza. no such luck. i went for an hour walk (outside, i might add!) and my belly was a rock the entire time. got home to experience even more contractions, pretty intense ones at that, lasting a few hours. but again, i wake up this morning to my big belly.

ben brought me flowers yesterday. what a guy. i think he's just as anxious to meet this little girl as i am.