No, it's not my birthday.
Am officially at 42 weeks today... although we did adjust my due date to the 30th for other reasons. Thinking I'm gonna start announcing the 30th date in earnest to get people (all sweet and well-meaning, of course) off . my . back!!! LOL
Feeling fine. Baby is still "his" ornery kicking squirming self. All is well. Except that I'm trying not to wig out about being "really overdue"!!! (Said in that tone of course!) ;-)
See, BD#1 was born at 41 weeks. BD#2 was born at 41 weeks & 3 days. So, I've been telling myself, wouldn't it be cute if BD#3 was born at 41 weeks and 6 days?? In fact, it would be so cute that I promised myself all along that I wouldn't wig out until I'd past 41&6. Which . was . yesterday.
When I woke up this morning wigging out because I was at a full authentic 42 weeks, it took me a while to figure out that in all of my promising myself that I wouldn't wig out til I past 41&6 (never thinking that I would actually get past it), I must have inadvertently given myself permission to wig out at 42... and I'm at 42. %-)
So now I have to remind myself that the *only* reason I'm wigging out is having spent months telling myself that I wouldn't--at least not until today. There's really nothing to wig out over. I'm feeling great, baby is acting normal. All is well. :-]
Off to try out that new griddle we got for Christmas. Gotta make the Saturday morning pancakes.