And I mean GREAT! Check out this mega-bump, my people.
I'm so large and lumbering that I've been completely USELESS ever since I finished my book series two weeks ago. In theory, it's been lovely being on maternity leave before the baby has arrived, but in practice, all I've been able to do is exist in survival mama mode when taking care of LaLa; sleep or read Jennifer Belle books (a recent obsession) or stare into space when she's at school or napping. I mean, I haven't even been able to compose an e-mail, much less a blog.
But for the past couple days, I've had a burst of energy! I've cleaned out closets! I've finally knitted my almost-baby a hat, complete with eyelets for a girly- or boyey-colored ribbon depending on who we get. I've organized every corner of the house. I've caught up on my so-neglected-it's-cobwebby facebook account. I voted (see below). I packed the suitcase for the hospital. I helped husband cook and freeze meals. I even considered buying a minivan.
Uh, yeah, that's when you know you've got to rein in the nestiness. We came to our senses and decided to wait on that one. But I can't say I don't still dream about those automatic sliding doors and a back seat big enough to hold two carseats without squishing the adults up front into back-cramping fetal positions. We'll see. . .
(This might be a good time--lest you draw any conclusions from my lust for a giant, gas-guzzling progeny-mobile about some of my other choices--to direct you to YA for Obama and Authors & Illustrators Supporting Obama. I'm a proud member of both.)
Anyway, all this nesting is soon going to bear fruit. I had two doctor appointments today and got a date: October 13th. That's the day I check into the hospital to be induced, unless I go into labor first. That's (most likely) my baby's birthday.
I'm speechless with excitement. Also because my ginormous belly is funneling most of the blood away from my brain. So just stay tuned because in a week or less, I'll have NEWS. And instead of being stupefied by pregnancy, I'll be stupefied by extreme sleep deprivation. But I won't care because I will be a mama. Again. How lucky am I?