A couple different people responded, "wow, that must be annoying."
Which made me realize, despite my fatigue (bad luck with sleeping last night... I don't want to name names, but SOMEONE was kicking me in my ribs in a painful way during the night), that I'm not annoyed.
This has gone beyond annoyance... to amusement. This has all, so far, played out so differently than I imagined.
Because of my experience in the NICU, I was convinced I was going to give birth early. Pretty much from 34 weeks on, I thought each and every day... okay, today could be the day. I was even worrying quite consistently from 24 weeks.
But it never occurred to me that I would go late.
And here I am.
But girlie and I are both disgusting healthy -- BP is holding steady at 100/70, I dropped a pound (presumably of fluid) from my three pound gain last week, heart beat is perfect at around 150, and She scored an 8/8 on the BPP.
And most nights, I sleep at least eight hours, with only one brief trip to the bathroom (sorry to brag about that!).
And sooner or later, I will have a baby. Next Tuesday sounds nice, but Sunday is the absolute latest.
I'm so far past when I hoped to deliver (between 39 and 40 weeks) that I've sort of given up caring about the details of when she actually arrives.
So, I feel like I can't complain.
Not that I don't reserve the right to do so... as I have already done, especially last week... in the future.