Since my doctor’s appointment on Wednesday, I’ve felt this urgent need to finish up all of those last minute things that I had been putting off. I thought I was pretty set by Thursday night, that everything was ready for BabyG’s arrival. Then Friday came and about a million more things popped into my mind that I needed to finish. With the exception of a few very necessary breaks, I spent all of Friday evening and most of Saturday organizing, arranging, and sorting.
Late Friday night, just as I was getting ready to go to bed, I suddenly felt a very strong contraction-like feeling. It was hard enough that I felt nauseated. I stood up and suddenly my belly was a few inches lower. I had thought earlier in the day that she had dropped a bit, but this was very obvious. She’s was much lower.
So with the nesting and the dropping, now I’m just waiting. I think I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. The longer she waits, the more obsessive I get about making sure everything is just right. My bag is packed, with a last minute check-list stuck on the side. Zach’s bag for Grandma’s house is ready to go. The camera bag is filled with extra batteries. All that’s left is to actually go into labor and have this baby.