39 weeks

This week has not been as bad as the last couple. I have settled into the fact that:
1) Sawyer is not coming early no matter how big he may be.
2) That I don't have that long left and I might as well just relax and make the most of it because he will get here when he is ready and I have a lifetime to love him.

So now I am at 39 weeks so it is one week till my due date (Dec. 19th) and 9 days till I am scheduled to go to the hospital to be induced (Dec. 21/22) and I still have some Christmas shopping to do and stuff to entertain me for one more week and there is always the *possibility* that he will surprise me... but stubborn is a family trait and I am thinking he is going to show us how stubborn he can be!

While I am so close to being done I am learning that there are still more awkward surprises that pregnancy has to offer. Like today when I had just woken up and was getting ready to shower and I sneezed and pee'd... that was one I was not expecting so soon. So I will be a little more careful with my sneezing from now on- luckily I was not only at home but in the bathroom already. Not my proudest moment. :)

AND my sister and I watched P.S. I love you and I plan to watch it over and over this next week. So great, I want my very own Irish Man to love and to love me and be amazing. Imagine a man who would inspire me because he is so great- what a concept. The search is on... I am thinking Sawyer and I should go move to Ireland, just go right to the source for my Irish dream Man. hehe Or I can just watch the movie.... and settle for a lazy unamazing american man who is burnt out on the american dream and will love me the most when I have made dinner or done something that makes his life easier but is a royal pain in my ass.... lets hope there is something inbetween my irish man and an unamazing american man...