I think I've been pretty calm throughout the pregnancy. I've only called the doctor's office once worried. This morning, however, there was a five-alarm freak out. At 40 weeks, S is taking up all of the available space in my midsection, and I know that at the end they stop moving around a lot because they just run out of room. This morning she wasn't moving at all, and none of my usual tricks for getting her to wiggle were working. Mass hysteria with big, sobbing crocodile tears ensued. (Otis was very sweet and just laid his head in my lap while I boo-hooed.) Needless to say, I went to the doctor's office and got hooked up to the fetal monitor. Also needless to say, about five seconds after I was hooked up, she decided she wanted to move around. Twerp. I think she was just messing with me. M met me at the office to make sure that both S and I were okay, and since we were both in the office, we went ahead and had an induction scheduled for Thursday. I'm hoping to go into labor on my own before then, but either way, we're having a baby this week. It's a very bizarre feeling.
So, between now and Thursday I'm sure I'll think of all kinds of ridiculous things to get done. Like making sure my eyebrows are plucked and the fridge is cleaned out. Ridiculous. For now, though, I'm going to take a nap. It's been an exhausting day- and now Otis is puking. Awesome.