No, it hasn't quite gone the way I expected. In the perfect world, the one the good Lord intended us to have, I would have put up a blog for every single week of her pregnancy. This didn't happen, and you and I are just going to have to let bygones be bygones.
She's HUGE! And also beautiful (that's something you can't get away with saying about your wife too often: "Wow, you look huge and beautiful").
And now is when the title of this post becomes relevant: Here we stand at the beginning of week 38! I just can't take it anymore!!! (That's how badly I want little Nolan to poke his head into OUR part of the universe--I'm willing to use multiple exclamation points, something heretofore I have staunchly refused to do!!!!)
I'm being as controlled as I know how to be, but every grimace on her face means to me that her water has broken, or the REAL contractions have began. I've been wrong every time so far, but trust me that is no deterrent to believing.
Yes, I have to be controlled because if I had my way Jess would be doing the following.
1. Jumping up and down five times before passing through any doorway in our apartment.
2. Eating ginger for dinner every night (it's known for being a labor stimulant).
3. I wish I knew more things that bring on labor.
I forced our OBGYN to guess at when our son will be here, and she said that most first time pregnancies are on time to late.
I DON'T HAVE THAT KIND OF PATIENCE.
We've got our route planned, our hospital bag packed, our baby seat in the car--we just need Creature to fulfill his end of the bargain, make like a baby and HEAD ON OUT!!!!!!!!