So we're full term. Apparently I was supposed to have this baby on St. Patrick's Day, St. Joseph's Day, yesterday... there are plenty of family and friends who are now constantly "just checking in" to see if I've had the baby yet. I don't know why these particular loves in my life think that I would have a baby and not tell anyone, but oh well. All I know is that this little one must come sooner rather than later, because I won't be able to stand the "check ins" for another month (which is how much time my midwives think I probably have... they figure a week after your due date is about right for a first timer.)
That being said, I am definitely trying to be more aware of the strength and length of my contractions nowadays. For those unfamiliar with pregnancy, you do have contractions throughout the pregnancy, but you don't really feel them until much later in the pregnancy, and they progressively turn into actual contractions. I've definitely noticed mine have become more frequent and stronger over the last couple of weeks, but there's no rhyme or reason to them yet, so we're okay. There are other physical signs that show that we're slowly moving towards birth day, but I try not to dwell on it too much. :)
My nesting is out of control. Among other things, I took the stove top apart to clean it twice this week... including taking the knobs off of it to clean under them. I mean, seriously, the stove isn't entirely clean if the under-the-knobs is dirty ;) I've even washed bathmats and stuff like that. I know, I'm sure tons of people do this normally, but taking stoves apart and begging John to let me help with yardwork isn't normal for me. Trust me.