Yesterday was July 7. My husband's birthday.
Also, yesterday marked 37 weeks of pregnancy.
For a good portion of my life, for over a decade, one of the goals I've had for every day has been, "Do not have a baby today."
For the first time, that changed yesterday. Yesterday was the go ahead date, the date where this whole game changed.
What's that feeling in my belly? On July 6, the answer was "hope it's just a practice contraction." Today? "Hey, maybe the baby's on the way!"
Last night I laid in bed trying to envision the birth, putting good images in my head.
Instead, I ended up thinking about how we need to clean the bedroom and move the storage chest thing out and the bed over so that the tub can go in, and when we move the bed over we need to also move over the wall hangings above the bed because I have this thing with symmetry and I would not be happy having to look at wall hangings that weren't hanging centered over the bed and we should also take this opportunity to dust the floor trim and actually vacuum all the way to the walls and where will the dog go during the birth and will our families just give us 72 hours to get used to each other and our new little family and for me to heal before they barge in and where am I supposed to get this food that we should stock up on and why is our freezer so small.
So maybe the visualizations aren't what I need to be doing right now.