Oh my...


39 weeks and 2 days pregnant. Notice the wide-shot Robbie used while taking the latest prego pic. Yes, I now regret the horizontal striped shirt choice for these pictures. Good grief. There's something about seeing yourself in the mirror and then seeing yourself in a picture. I knew I was big, but my oh, my.

I am having contractions but there's nothing to get in a tizzy about. I see the doctor tomorrow morning and am starting to prepare myself for an induction. Granny's birthday is Saturday and she thinks that would be the perfect day for Jackson to arrive. At this point, any day we don't have to go in to get him out would be a perfect day for him to arrive!

Being home all day is driving me crazy. I am sleeping a lot which I know is okay and good and all, but it kind of makes me depressed. Today I will force myself to go to the post office. The laundry is caught up, the house is as clean as I need it to be and frankly, I am just sick of being inside.

Robbie is starting to feel a bit better and I know this because his sense of humor has returned. Oh, it is so sad when that goes away...I promise. Last night he came home from work slightly annoyed (with work) and unfortunately he came home to me who was also slightly annoyed (with home). So, we went bowling. I needed pizza and he needed to practice for his league tonight - we both felt much better after our outing. I actually wore the striped shirt out because it was quite cool last night. Big mistake. The looks I received were pretty priceless, even coming from the too-serious bowler with the fancy shoes and wrist bands.

A pre-teen girl and about 25 of her closest friends were having a birthday party while we were there. They were all wearing matching tie-dyed shirts on which they each wrote little notes to each other with a puff paint pen. After each girl bowled, no matter their score, the swarm of girls rushed to the bowler and screamed and jumped and celebrated their achievement (or for some, their non-achievement). Robbie and I laughed every single time it happened...and they all bowled. It was loud, chaotic and frenzied and we talked about how, at least with Jackson, we won't necessarily experience that kind of energy. Robbie smiled at me and laughed and said, "Oh, but Billy sure will!"

Comments

Lady and Tater said…
How on earth do you keep from toppling over?
3:19 PM
Heather, Neilson, Grace & Creighton said…
You look great Catie. Also, don't worry about an induction. I had one kid induced and one kid i went into labor on my own -- no difference in my opinion. You will do great and I can't wait to see baby pictures.
7:52 PM
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