Well, folks, it's D-Date. As in, my due date. And this baby doesn't seem to be ready to make an appearance anytime soon. I go back to the doctor tomorrow. We'll schedule an induction for next week and just hope we get this show on the road before then. I feel huge. I look huge. I miss being able to roll over while I'm in bed without making it into a huge production. And frankly, I just want to meet our little man, already.
It's been a helluva week. My uncle passed away, my grandfather passed away, our friend's mom passed away and it was the 9-year anniversary of my hub's father's death. Oh, yeah, did I mention we're having a baby too? Given that the wakes/funerals are later this week, I'm going to take a little guess that I won't be in attendance since both services are the same day and at least an hour and a half away from home. I hope everyone understands.
On top of that, I'm such a basket case about leaving our pup during labor. Our dog walker is "on call" and will pick him up and take him to his daycare for boarding. It makes me cry just thinking about leaving him. I'm such a sap. I just feel like he'll be so lonely. I know, I know. People board their dogs ALL OF THE TIME and he loves it there for daycare. So what is wrong with me?
Fingers crossed. Prayers needed. Let's go, Baby O!