Pond Hopper

Induction on Sunday...

My midwife has booked me in to be induced on Sunday if I don't go into labor by then.  I am already 7 days over due and hope it happens before then.  My sister arrived on Saturday and will be leaving next Wednesday.  The induction can take days and I'm hoping that she at least gets a couple of days to see the baby before she has to leave. 
Every day I'm over due feels like an eternity.  I wish I had more to say, but I'm frustrated and moody at this point and hope that my next blog entry will be gushing about my new baby and how happy I am to finally have him home!
Thank you all for the well wishes - keep the good vibes coming :-)

Due today...

Today is my due date (the US due date was last week) and no signs of the baby coming any time soon.  I've been trying to stay busy and as active as I can, but it's not real easy to be very active for very long.  When I feel up to it, Wayne and I walk on the harbour (hoping to bring on labour) and on the weekends we try to get as much done as we can - never knowing when my last day out and about will be.
There has been a lot to do.  My sister is arriving on Saturday so we've been trying to finish our decorating which we couldn't do until our new furniture arrived.  We ordered it 3 months ago and it finally arrived last week.  We also finished the baby's room and I love it!  All I need now is a baby to put in it!
A week after my sister leaves, my father will be arriving for his visit and in August my best friend is coming as well (we're hoping anyway).  This will be the first visits I've had since I moved here nearly 4 years ago.  I'm looking really forward to it.  I just hope that the baby doesn't come on the same day my sister arrives!  With any luck it will be any day now and I won't have to endure going too long over due and be induced (which they won't do until I'm 10 days late).

Waiting

Waiting seems to be what my life is about these days.  I'm waiting for the arrival of my little boy.  The little boy inside of me who I can't wait to meet.  I can't wait to finally see him and hold him and get to know him.  I am already so in love with him and can't imagine how it will feel when he's finally here. 
I can't wait to study his face and watch it change in the first months of his life and see him begin to resemble me or his father.  Will he be fair like Wayne or darker like me?  Will his eyes be blue or brown?  Will his lips curl like his father's?  Will he be blond or brunette?  I'm looking so forward to these mysteries finally being revealed.
Believe it or not, I'm even looking forward to the late night feedings because it means he will be here with us.  I just want it all to begin.  I want to finally become the mother I've been waiting my whole life to be.  I have just a little over a week until my due date - hopefully, I won't have to wait much longer.  Hopefully, he's not late and he will arrive any day now.

Still waiting...

It's been a while since I've blogged and I figured people must be wondering if it's because I gave birth - sadly, no.  Even though I'm full term, I have 2 weeks to go to my due date (1 week according to my doctor in the US) and although, I've tried everything they say puts you into labour - I am still waiting for my boy to be ready to make his appearance. 
This stage of pregnancy is not much fun at all.  I am quite large, very uncomfortable and really tired.  Everything I do requires more energy than I seem to have and every task turns into a bit of a struggle that exhausts me quite quickly.  The baby's head has engaged into the pelvis; which is good because it means he's in the birthing position, but also bad because it's not at all comfortable to have a head stuck in your pelvis!  My back gets worse every day and my feet are still painfully swollen.  On some days the only things I can fit on my feet are a pair of flip flops or a pair of slippers that I bought for the hospital (both at least one size too big).  The swelling has also spread well up my legs, into my hands and my face.  I now resemble a blown up version of my old self.  I look like the current Erren ate the old Erren!  The only thing I like about the extra weight is the enormous belly which there's no mistaking houses our little boy that I'm eagerly waiting to meet.  As much as I enjoy the displays of lumps and bumps that emerge form my belly on a daily basis, I'd much rather get on with it and be holding the baby instead.  With any luck, it won't be long now!