Well here I am at 41 weeks!  What fun!  If only this pregnancy could go to 50 weeks!  I am of course being completely sarcastic.  How much longer can this thing go on?

I had my first internal examination yesterday, she said while the cervix is softening it is only 1cm dilated and baby's head is high, still at 3/5th engaged.

So we wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Ho hum....

Well I am still sitting round pregnant, waiting...

The weather has been kind of overcast and moody lately which has been nice.  It makes remaining in doors that much easier.

I don't really have any desire to go out into the Big Wide World at the moment.  Don't really feel like walking round shops or eating at restaurants, so Caleb and I just do the necessities and then amble back home where we enjoy our ever increasingly homely new house.

We spent the weekend putting up photoframes and moving furniture around, addding lampshades and then basking in the glow of the new ambient surroundings.

I had a craving for Minestrone soup of Saturday afternoon, so we got out a recipe and amended it, (we were missing a few ingredients) and then again last night, I made it, this time complete with all the ingredients.

It is perfect soup weather and it is the perfect thing to be eating as it is packed with vitamins and minerals!  I am trying to keep my diet AOK, even though I have little energy for cooking, because I know I am gonna need all the energy possible for labour.

I am constantly cleaning.  No real serious spring cleaning, as we only just moved in here and everything is pretty much spotless, but constantly tidying up.  And I have developed a little ironing fetish... he he.  Which is great for Caleb!  ;)

Other than that, not much else is happening.

My boobs have sprouted over the last few days, I got a completely sporadic nose bleed and have had a few cries, so my hormone levels are certainly rising.  Should be any day now...

patience.

This waiting thing is hard.  I have moments (the majority) where I am just going about my day and everything is fine and then I have moments (the minority, but still very frustrating) where I feel disheartened.  It just seems like labour is never going to start.  I know that is not true and it's stupid really to even entertain those types of thoughts but it is just hard because..

It's not like I can pass my days being adventorous, traipsing around the city or even doing anything remotely active... because I am just too big, sore and cumbersome and baby really could come at any time...

so I just have to stay close to home and wait...

but gee it can boring.  sigh*  Feeling sorry for myself, I know.

Had an atrocious sleep last night.  Baby was up trying to turn around in the wee hours of the morning and so I spent hours kneeling and rocking trying to do my bit to aid their descent into the pelvis.  Then all today they have kicked and stretched and been pretty much non-stop active... and it really hurts :(

I have been doing my best to get into suitable positions to help them turn but no such luck yet.  I can feel legs, feet and knees constantly pushing and contorting.  And I feel like they are going to just rip out of my stomach at any moment.  I so badly want them out... if only just to feel empty inside again.