Thirty-Nine Weeks.

Oh baby girl,

I am so ready to meet you. Not to the point where I'd ask for an induction because you clearly aren't ready or you'd be more antsy to get out, and I have loved being pregnant, but I want to meet you. I want to see what you look like and cuddle you and give you tons of kisses. I can't want to see Daddy hold you, along with the rest of the entire family, which will all be waiting in the waiting room at the hospital for your arrival. Seriously, they're probably going to take up the waiting room. There were 15 people, I think, at the hospital when your Great Aunt Chrissy had your cousin Brian, and there will probably be about that many people or more waiting for your arrival. 

Daddy has been awesome putting up with a cranky me. Usually only at night when my back starts to hurt and I can't move very easily and have to pee every 5 minutes. He's being so patient, although I know he's just as excited to meet you as I am. 

Family is constantly asking how I'm/we're feeling. The answer has always been the same - good. Grammy asks every day before she goes to work if I'm feeling okay, and reminds me that she's always right down the road if I need her. I can't wait until I can send out that magical text that things are a-movin' but nothing looks that way right now. Even your cousin Krissy responded "give me something" when she asked how I felt this morning and I told her the same as every other morning. Everyone is certainly ready for your arrival, but you are our child, and with Daddy and I both being stubborn, I think you're just too comfy to come and join us. Don't worry though, it is nice and warm out here, so you won't be cold!

I don't think you have any room left in there though! When you move, I can feel you from top to bottom and I think you grew some more because you're back up in my ribs, which you nicely left alone for at least a month or so. It's hard to sit up straight, I spend most of the day reclining, which probably isn't all that good since I've read that the weight of the uterus can cause some problems with the blood vessels or something.

This past weekend was Harry Potter marathon weekend on ABC Family, and I told Daddy that it would be a perfect weekend to go into labor - I'd be distracted with Harry Potter movies! I might actually take some movies and my laptop to watch them in labor. I've seen them so many time that I wouldn't have to watch them, but it would be something to distract me maybe. Or maybe I'm just crazy and that wouldn't help at all, I have no idea.

No signs of labor, other than the completely painless maybe contractions that I've been having. They've been more frequent. It's hard to describe them but my stomach gets rock hard, usually just at the top. The only thing I feel is my belly getting hard, but that's it. If those are contractions, I'll take them for as long as I can, but I don't know if they are. No leaking, nothing else to report. I haven't worn my rings in a few weeks, which makes me slightly uncomfortable in public, mostly because I'm more old fashioned than anything else, but if someone wants to judge me, I'm 39 weeks pregnant, ask me and I'll tell you I'm married. (Geez, bitter much?) I'm also done shaving my legs. I don't care that I wear capris on a daily basis, I can't shave my left leg, and I'll fight against the "norm" and let them get hairy. My belly button hasn't officially popped, but it's getting closer every day.

I really thought something was going to happen on Friday night. I was fully prepared to wake up sometime in the middle of the night with contractions, but you proved me wrong. Then I had a feeling you would be born May 20th, but now that's past. Great-Grandma Crane was wrong with her prediction, too - the middle of May. Grandma said that she thinks you'll be late, but cousin Krissy texted me yesterday and said she's predicting Wednesday and Ryan is predicting Thursday - which is your Great-Aunt Jeanne's 60th birthday, so that would be cute! You'll make your appearance when you're good and ready. And I can do all I want to make you come now, but I don't think much is going to help since you're already proving to me just as stubborn as Daddy and me.

Daddy and I had our last "date night" this weekend - we went to see "What to Expect When You're Expecting" and it was okay. Luckily not the usually media presented birth, but not as funny as I thought it was going to be. Daddy hated it and tried to sleep through it. But then we went for ice cream, and that's always fun. I have a feeling we'll be going for ice cream a lot this summer. That's been my new favorite food. Grammy and I have been enjoying our girls day out for the past few weeks, too, since I won't drive myself to town in case I go into labor.

I would love if you could come soon, the midwife last week said they'll only let me go 10 days past my due date, and I'll fight, but I'd love to not have to fight about that. So you have about 2 weeks to join us before Daddy's gotta start arguing with people. Please come in the next two weeks baby girl! Of course if there is a medical reason, that's way more important that the birth I'm wishing for, don't get me wrong - I'd never put your health at risk. I'm all ready for you!

Hope to meet you soon!

Love,

Mommy