21 Days

Well, since today is essentially over, make that 20 days till baby's arrival. Three weeks from now, the little one will be here in our arms, for better or worse. It can't come soon enough.

• The heartburn is all but killing me--to the point of waking me up to vomit in the nite sometimes. The plantar fasciitis I've developed in my left foot is excruciating to put it mildly.
• My clothes no longer fit. At all.
• The nurse at my ob-gyn even commented today on how magnificent I've gotten (that was not her word, but I prefer to think that's what she meant).
• The insomnia is ridiculous. I sleep pretty well (usually) from 10 or 11 pm until 130 or 200 am...then it's hit or miss for the next several hours. Usually miss.
• Chris has taken to sleeping in baby's room on the daybed due to my excessive moaning/strangled breathing during those brief interludes when I actually do sleep, so our king sized bed is pretty lonely at nite...tho that will change soon enough, I suppose.
• I can barely get my socks on in the morning, and forget about trimming toenails or shaving my legs...thank heaven I've been wearing slip on Birkenstocks, or I'd be in flipflops (if I had any).
• I think some nesting has set in, but my girth is so cumbersome, there isn't much action I can take on it, aside from fantasizing about all that I'd do if I were able to move more comfortably.

• On the plus side, my blood pressure is under control and not a concern.
• The baby moves a lot, tho is obviously growing because I don't feel the flips as much as I was feeling them (and this is ok with me as it would literally curl my toes when it happened).
• I'm very anxious to meet this little one and find out who he/she is (hopefully he/she is the complacent baby I've dreamed of for the past 9 months--I refuse to entertain other options).

Zach seems to be adjusting to the idea pretty well...tho I did ask him yesterday if he was ready to become a big brother and he replied that no, he'd rather stay a boy (I love how three year old minds work).

The anxiety about having another c-section has started to creep in...we had a hospital tour last nite, and when we saw the operating room where I had my last c-section, it creeped me out. To put it mildly. I realize logically that going with a scheduled section and a spinal block, I won't feel the surgery this time, but that doesn't ease my anxiety any. The claustrophobia I felt with that drape hanging at my chin...ugh. Everything about it is worrisome to me...including the recovery. Of course, I don't have ANY desire to attempt regular labor at all, so unless I plan to stay pregnant for the rest of my life (GOD FORBID), it's got to come out somehow. Hopefully we're taking the path of least resistance.