40 weeks, 4 days

STILL NO BABY. I think that's the ten zillionth time I've said that. It isn't so much that I'm uncomfortable, though I am. Or that we're just so anxious to meet and see and hold the baby...though I suppose that's true, too. It's more that all this has just gotten extremely old. Being pregnant, not that it ever really was, just isn't fun anymore. We don't really care to talk or speculate about the baby anymore...we've exhausted all those possibilities anyway. There's nothing left to buy or wash or put together for him. I'm tired of telling people we still don't have a baby...that I'm still pregnant...and having them say in return "Oh I know you're so ready!" We say now and then that we're not sure we actually are ready to have an infant 24/7, but we're going to eventually and there's nothing we can do about it so this dragging out is just delaying the inevitable. And it is over 100 degrees everyday and that just makes everything miserable...pregnant or not. People like to say "Well, at least you're still getting some sleep!" Like somehow that makes it better that the baby is late...and like I'm sleeping anyway. I'm actually looking forward to having the baby if for no other reason than I might could sleep two whole hours in a row. I'd love just to hibernate until labor begins. It's frustrating to sit here waiting and fretting...that I'll go into labor today when my doctor isn't on call, that we'll have him on one of the three days of the week a courier can't be sent to collect the cord blood donation, that every day brings us closer to having to induce, and that every day he's late is one less day my Dad will know him before he has to go back to Belgium on the 25th...for who knows how long. :(
Speaking of induction, however, Josh and I (since we really don't want to have to do that) are thinking that at our Monday appointment we may postpone the induction until Thursday. It's hard to justify waiting any longer than that, but that'll give him at least two more days. Just FYI.
And also- I don't know how many times I have to say WE DIDN'T MIND GETTING NAME IDEAS. That was never the problem. The issue was never that...it was that when we mentioned our ideas, some people literally curled their lips and turned up their noses, or did that squinty-eyed "Eh....I don't know" kind of thing, or blatantly made fun, or flat out said they didn't like them, or pulled that slow nod "Oh...o...kay" stunt, or agreed begrudgingly that if we named him such-and-such they guessed they'd call him that, or worse yet said they'd call him something else. I can only imagine (and I'm offering the benefit of a doubt here) that all this was justified in all those heads because we were technically undecided. In any case, we frown on that kind of thing...I don't care how undecided we were. It's hurtful...and like everyone keeps reminding me now (as though I'm overreacting)- no one else's business. It isn't like we went around going "Here's what we're thinking of naming the baby, what do you think?" Other people wanted to know our ideas so we tried to inlcude them...only to get our feelings hurt...to the point I finally rant about it and then have to apologize for it. So there. I'm am done talking about baby naming and I'm not looking for apologies from anyone in particular. The experience of naming of our first child was an entirely unpleasant one for a lot of reasons...and that just isn't fair, but I'M MOVING ON...and everyone else can too. It's not like we were thinking of naming him Dapper or Orange. Those I'd expect weird reactions to...I'm not unreasonable. :)
Oh- and Happy National Blueberry Muffin Day! Go make some muffins.