40 weeks

*Warning: Crankiness to follow*

*The baby is now ... The size of a pumpkin. We all know that I loooove pumpkins, but this is getting a little ridiculous.

*How I'm feeling: Bah.

*Physical differences from last week: I grew.

*What's been on my mind: Oh, you know... ways to create world peace... solutions to our country's immigration problems... the meaning of life... *eye roll*

*What I'm looking forward to: No longer having to hear the following phrases:

• You haven't had that baby yet?! (Clearly not.)
  
• Why haven't you had that baby yet?! (How am I supposed to know?)
  
• You're still here?! (Are you talking to me right now? Then I must be.)
  
• Why are you still here?! (Because I work here, and they insist that I stop by the office now and then to do my job.)
  
• When are you gonna have that baby?! (Probably sometime after I go into labor.)
  
• You need to *insert old wives tale about inducing labor here*!!! (Yeah, uh-huh. Helpful, thanks.)
  
• Any labor signs yet? (You mean like painful contractions that grow longer and closer together? No. If I had those, I'd be in a hospital. Any other "signs" are essentially meaningless.)
• Don't worry, the baby is coming soon! He can't stay in there forever! (Tell that to him. He seems perfectly ok with the idea of staying in there forever, and he doesn't yet understand English, so it's sort of hard to reason with him.)
  

*Other random thoughts: Yeah, ok, I'm a little cranky today. I went to the doctor and have made zero progress for the second week in a row. I almost didn't have her do an exam because I had a feeling that was going to be the prognosis, but at the last second, I couldn't help myself. Darn curiosity. I go back in a week to do a non-stress test and see how he's doing. If he's doing fine (and continues to do fine for the rest of the week), they won't induce me until the beginning of the 42nd week, which would be right on or around our 2nd anniversary. Not quite the way I imagined celebrating that milestone, but it seems it is out of my hands. So at the most, I have two weeks left to go. I know that's not a long time in the grand scheme of life. But right now, the words "two weeks" sound very similar to "an eternity."

It doesn't help that it seems like everyone who was due around the same time as me has already had their babies, including one blogger that I follow who was due more than a week AFTER me. So, I'm allowing myself a day of crankiness. I'll be more positive tomorrow.