Isn't it ironic, don't ya think?
Of course, now that I think today is really, really The Day, I'm finding all sorts of things to do to keep myself busy.
Last week, I thought I would lose my mind from boredom. On Saturday, I was especially cranky. I moped around all day feeling sorry for myself and took my frustration out on Matt just because he had the ability to actually leave the house, which he did, to have a burger and a beer with his friend.
I could not motivate any enthusiasm for anything – even the season premiere of my fave show True Blood, which I got on DVD from my pals at HBO. I watched it begrudgingly like a spoiled kid.
By Sunday, I finally snapped out of my mood, partly because we had visitors, who brought donuts and gossip, thank god.
Today, I'm feeling upbeat. I've been reading, writing, catching up on email and imagining all the things I could do with another week of bed rest. Yet somehow on this Monday -- just one day shy of 35 weeks pregnant -- I have a feeling of finality, like this is it!
In two hours, during our weekly specialist appointment, we'll know for sure…
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