A whopping 4 days remaining until my due date (which is a pretty accurate due date, I think, based on LMP and ultrasounds and whatnot). No labor signs yet that I know of - generally painless Braxton Hicks contractions every once in a while, but not with any regularity. I have an appointment this afternoon, just to check heartbeat and size, but I don't expect anything to come of it. I'm mentally committed to turning down all induction methods and fetal monitoring until at least 42 weeks (unless something changes, of course), so there's really not much to do but wait.
I feel like my life is on hold waiting for this baby, which is how it's supposed to be I guess. I have basically nothing to do at work, and I'm too awkward to do much at home since everything that needs to be done is manual labor related. The nursery stuff is set up, the clothes are all washed and put away. The house is fairly clean and at least a couple weeks worth of meals are in the freezer (especially if, by meals, I mean cookies).
Here's a pic of me at 39.5 weeks. This is Wilson's shirt and I am unable to keep the buttons buttoned. Also I put on sweatpants immediately after taking this photo.
Also I left work early. It's nap time.
