So I guess I’m going to be pregnant for the rest of my life.

I really thought this weekend was going to be it. I figured I’d go into labor over Shabbos and we’d call everyone Saturday night and say, “Surprise! Baby’s Here!”. Not so much.

I know I’m only officially 39 weeks but I’m getting antsy. I suppose this is a good sign — according to my Aunt Renee, the more miserable you are, the closer you are to giving birth — but it’s still a drag waiting for this kid to show up. I think LB and I need to have a little talk about “consideration for others”. I mean, it’s just discourteous, like hitting the snooze button over and over again while the rest of the family is waiting in the car.

We are looking at another not-so-manic, newborn-free Monday and Yonah and I don’t have much going on, aside from trashing the living room, although that’s subject to change since Yonah is getting really tired of picking up after me. We’ll probably take a walk, weather permitting, hit the library for some new books and not eat batteries.

Pray for me, people. I need some patience and serenity today. In two weeks or less when LB is here, I will long for this lull time like a drowning person longs for oxygen, so I’m going to try to enjoy it.