I know my health is in no danger because my many blood pressure checks a day have always been normal. And I feel pretty ok, considering. As you know my fear is not our health being jeopardized but the medical community getting all overly cautious and trying to shame me into early induction. But again...hitting 38 weeks next week I feel slightly less panicked about this. Every day makes me feel just a little better, because it's another day I get to cook baby T a little longer.
And the list of things to do diminishes every day, too. I hired a nice man who lost his grandson in a car crash to come over and move B's carseat and install his old one for Theo, so that's done. I cleaned up the upstairs for my sister's stay. I stocked up on food today just in case I'm not allowed to leave one of my appointments. Working on my taxes all week which will hopefully get done this weekend. Paying bills. Heck, I may even paint my toenails - if I can reach them!
My savior lately has been a park one of my mommy & me friends found - a gated toddler playground with tons of communal toys. We've gone there just about every day. It's just such a different vibe when the park is made specifically for toddlers and babies and there are tons of toys around that belong to no one - and you can actually sit on a bench in the shade and watch your kid push a plastic truck around for hours and relax for two seconds. Sooo much more enjoyable than the all ages parks with no gate where the big kids plough over the little kids, everyone fights over the toys, and your kid keeps running into the street every five seconds. I may never go to another playground again! I think I'll call it Third Trimester Park.
And now to spend the night with a stack of receipts and a calculator. Blah.