where he is.
In the last two weeks, I have called the doctor three times after hours and visited the hospital once in the middle of the night.
Yesterday I came close to taking on my OB doctor's office lead appointment maker, or whatever the hell her title is, who was too curious and not enough helpful.
It was hot, I wanted to see the doc and she seemed oblivious to the fact that 37 weeks pregnant, comes with a free pass to irrational land. Logic left during the second trimester.
Of course my due date hangs on my calendar more enticing than a Neiman Marcus yearly half off sale, but each day that brings that elusive day closer,
comes less sleep, more weight, and the oh so super fun..
I'M NOT A DUCK! I DON"T WANT TO WADDLE!
I want to sleep on my stomach, have my hair do what I instruct it to, wear just one pair of shoes my feet don't slide into..and not have to be pushed in order to get up from my couch.
yet I know that I gave up these inalienable rights back on January 5th when that little bitty white stick revealed two blue lines.
while i go slightly insane, my baby continues to be remain above the fray, choosing instead to sleep his way to his birthday, when not having drum sessions and football practices in my belly.
yeah i love it.
But I've cleaned the corners, folded, creased, washed, waxed, worried, screamed, cried my way to the finish line...