Hello. My name is Christine. I'm 39 years old. I've been pregnant 7 times in my life. I've given birth to one son, at 33 weeks. He had 14 surgeries before he turned 3 because of Vacterl association. But now he is healthy and very, very happy. I never thought I could carry another baby to viability, let alone term. Today, I'm 39 weeks pregnant with my second son. It does not seem like he has Vacterl or any other anomalies.
I just wrote that because I never thought I would.
Today was my last day at work.
I cleaned out my office, organized my files. Found my obgyn appointment card. You know, the one with the entire pregnancy's list of appointments? I did it. I made all of the appointments.
Had my final appointment Wednesdsay. All is well.
Watched Toy Story 3 with Brody. Became complete sobbing mess at the end. I'm not allowed to watch it anymore.
Started to mourn the loss of just the two of us, Brody and me, and the three of us, Brody, Jeremy and me. Brody sandwiches, with Brody between me and J on our bed watching tv.
Then there is the utter incomprehensibility of meeting the little one inside of me right now. In.6.days. At the latest.
C-section is December 2, at 7am mst. We are at the hospital at 5am, checking in to labor and delivery.
Had some contractions Tuesday night. Nothing much though. They went away and have not returned.
We're putting up the Christmas tree this weekend. I have 4 stockings. Not putting them up until .... next weekend?
I find myself either giggling spontaneously or crying uncontrollably.
What an unfathomable, mystifying week this will be.