40 weeks today....

In case you were wondering what a woman pregnant with her 3rd child at 40 weeks looked like, here's a little glance to satiate you:

 I promise I'm not wearing leather pants even though it looks like I am.

Yup, 40 weeks prego today with Baby Boy, and I've been a Braxton Hick'ing machine for the past couple weeks, and yesterday and today they got really intense, but no genuine contractions.  Finally after church today I had 3 really low low low grade wavelike contractions, but they only lasted 18ish seconds and were crazy irregular and then they stopped all together and haven't returned.  Mr. Man is comfy in there, and that's ok with me.  I do have a pretty amazing uterus, so I don't blame him for not coming out just yet.

I have a doc appt on Tues so we'll see if/how dilated I am, and if he doesn't get his act together by next week we may have to talk induction which I really don't want but I'm not really a fan of that whole placental deterioration bit so we'll see what doc says.  We're going to the Puyallup Fair again after the doc appt and I'll walk my booty off again (we went last Tues and I walked for probably 9 hours total, my feet hurt for 3 days afterwards) to see if I can't get him outta there. 

I'm in the sleep like absolute garbage phase, I have to pee at least 2 to 3 times per night minimum, have low grade heartburn, I have about 1 millisecond of patience for all things right now including my kids (thank heavens they have the most forgiving little hearts), I'm forgetful as all get-out, I've gained about 70,000 pounds this pregnancy, my legs and feet kill every night but Dean is a stud and massages them for me every.single.night. and puts me to sleep doing that, and I have whacked out dreams almost every night.  Honestly, this pregnancy has absolutely kicked my trash.  I have no clue why it is leaps and bounds more difficult than Kara and Leah's, but boy howdy, it has given me a run for my money.  I puked more than any woman should puke,  I dry heaved all the time, I burst blood vessels in and under my eyes multiple times from how hard I would retch, I hated any and all food for the first 5ish months, I have no energy at all, he's the most active baby in the world and keeps me up all the time because he thinks that nighttime is time to practice his roundhouse kicks, and I still get nauseous sometimes even now. I still love being pregnant, but I'd be lying if I said there weren't moments where I want to reach up there and yank him out myself so that I can feel back to normal.  I've just felt so "off", if that makes sense, pretty much this entire pregnancy.  

But he's my last baby, and that's why I'm ok that I'm 40 weeks pregnant and he's still content to be in there because I'll never experience this again, and I want to revel in it for these last few remaining days.  I feel like I just got pregnant with Kara 2 seconds ago and suddenly here I am at the end of my childbearing time, and it makes me sad.  I'll have 3 kids 3 years old and under when he's born, and we're so happy that we had our kids closer together (21 months apart and 23 months apart), but I feel like it's done as soon as it began.  Three kids is a good number for us, and unless the heavens open up and angels tell us we need to have another, we're going to stick with our 3 and be content with that.   

Wish me luck for labor whenever it happens.  I'm guessing he'll be born on the 20th and he'll be 9 lbs 3 oz and he's going to be a spitting image of his cute daddy.