James Robert Moore, Jr.
Baby James seems to be pretty crowded nowadays…. gone are the power kicks … although there’s still times he manages to get one in and hit some painful ligaments. Now he’s just mostly squirming and lurching. He has his favorite position that he always moves back into, which is kind of fun as it leaves his hiney pushing out against the right side of my tummy.
Except for one scare … which was my first baby safety scare out of nine pregnancies (not bad!) the pregnancy has gone by way too fast and been uneventful. Just the usual woes that hit me. Restless legs… the nonstop maddening itchy back…. stuff like that. Fortunately most of these things disappear within a week of delivery.
The Braxton Hicks have plagued me all of this third trimester… my constant reminder of what I have to look forward to. <shudder> All of the pregnancy discomfort I can handle…. but I’m a chicken when it comes to labor.
Let’s just skip that part of it, ok?
Little Jr. has turned out to be a very accommodating baby so far! On this day last week I was pretty convinced he would be a week early… he was so very very low and it sure felt like things were going on. He was so low that he was suddenly measuring behind and I had seemingly gotten smaller. It would have been inconvenient timing though as there were things I really needed to do before he came…. namely the monthly grocery trip.
So, now that I’m done with the things that HAVE to be done (fully stocked pantry!) he’s free to come, although timing is still dicey.
Today would be good ….
Tomorrow even better….
Saturday would be bad as Gramma and Grampa are busy….
Sunday (DUE DATE!) would be terrible as that’s Meadows birthday….
Monday is fine…
Tuesday would be really terrible as our **MUST BE HERE** midwife has treatment that day!! I do NOT want to have this baby without Donna here!
So, now it’s just a matter of waiting… and trying to finish up my insane list of goals to accomplish before baby comes. Realistically there’s only a couple of things that I MAY be able to finish given that I’m slower than molasses atm.