"Life can be seen to suffer from a dramatic lack of editing."

Not much to report, thus the Larry Mcmutry quote (author of Brokeback Mountain, which I have to confess I have not read or watched). If my Punch and Pie life were the great American novel, this would clearly be time for SOMETHING TO HAPPEN! (My all capital letters is my tribute to John Irving--I'm re-reading Hotel New Hampshire right now, and though only Owen Meany used the ALL CAPS, there is a dressmaker's dummy in both novels, which I had never noticed before.)

Which, incidentally, is the exact opposite of what my doctor is saying. Nothing has happened. I haven't dropped, as I thought (he called the pressure "gravity"). I am not dilated. I am, however, very tired of being pregnant. So is everyone in my house. Zoey wants to know when I'll "get a funny feeling in my belly," which is what I told her about having her. Matty knows better than to even glance at me funny, as I am at the point of bursting in to tears or biting his head off. I feel sorry for the both of them, as neither could ever understand the sheer freakishness of being pregnant. People never really talk about it because becoming pregnant is such a blessing, having a baby an epiphany, etc., etc. However, not being able to sit up from my bed--having to roll out, having no ankles, bleeding gums, roller coaster emotions, etc is no walk in the park.

Luckily, I am looking forward to the moments AFTER Ollie's birth. The single most amazing moment of my entire life was the second Zoey emerged FROM ME to be given TO ME. It was profound and lifechanging. Even though I was still fat, would feed her every two hours around the clock for months on end, and would now be "tied down" with a child, nothing else mattered. I am sure I will feel the same way with Ollie. I did not get baby blues, I got baby bliss. I look at pictures of me--still chubby, a slight mess--but so incredibley happy that entire summer. And that was the summer that Matty lost his job, we rearranged our life, etc. Ollie's entrance in to the world will at least be less complicated in that way. So, as I wish away the days, I do know that I have the bliss that will follow.

If I have not delivered by April 7th, I am going to be induced. That is only 8 more days of being pregnant. My doctor also pointed out that as soon as we set up the induction, I'll surely go in to labor. I can only hope!
Well, enough complaining. I'm hanging in there. I'm just tired of being a burden, unable to do anything for myself, and in constant anticipation of "what it will be like." As always, I don't know what it will be like, and that is the real rub of the situation. Soon...

Amber