A paradigm shift

As recently as 2 weeks ago, I had strangers coming up to me telling me I was the cutest pregnant woman ever. Trust me, I have loved comments like this. I am the baby of the family and have always loved the limelight so all the attention I've been getting the last few months has been wonderful. There's nothing wrong in admitting that, is there? And when Pat is born, all of the attention shifts from me to Pat, so I've been trying to store up all of the kind words and attention because pretty soon I will play second fiddle to someone who will be far cuter than I ever was.

I don't know what's happened in the last 2 weeks but now I have strangers approach me EVERY day saying things like "You look like you're about to pop!" or "Your due date must be soon!!" I just smile and say "Yep, pretty soon" but what I really want to do is shove them into a display of some sort, or kick them in the shin, or say something nasty like "And when are you due?". I like attention, but when you're implying that I'm of Shrek proportions, I'm not so cool with the attention then. And I really don't think I'm that big. I mean, I'm 39 weeks along but at my mid-wife appointment this morning I was measuring at 36 weeks. But clearly I must be ENORMOUS since everyone keeps telling me I am.

Everything is good with Pat. Heart rate was 146 as Pat was moving around a lot. Dilated to 1 cm, still 50% effaced. Pat hasn't dropped yet and my mid-wife said a lot can happen in a week, but if Pat doesn't drop within 2 weeks (1 week past my due date) then I will probably have to have a C-section. She didn't say it to worry me but to prepare me just in case. That is the last thing I want, so if you're looking for me, I'll be out walking, trying to get gravity to force Pat down where s/he needs to be.

Well, my friend is on her way over to help me put up all the artwork in the nursery and finally be finished with Pat's room. Photos posted soon.