We made it...

So we did it. Today we are official at 37 weeks by all counts, and that means that the little man on the inside is fully cooked. He may make an entrance as he pleases. In one way this is sort of a relief, on the other hand, I now have the next 4 weeks to wonder about when he will decide the time is right.
I have stuck to my feelings that he will not be early, at least not by much. October 3 and October 13th are my betting numbers. One, because 13 came up so much at the beginning of the pregnancy, and two, because I just kind of had a feeling about the 3rd. Realistically, though, the Dr. wouldn't induce until the 4th, and would induce by the 18th, based on what he tells me, so we have a window there of many possibilities if Baby W decides to remain low profile for the next month. I have a lot to do, so he really kind of needs to stay put for another week and a half, at the least. I would prefer he stay put for 2, only because I imagine the last couple days before he rears his head, I will be feeling pretty lousy.
Walking has become such a hassle. I was trying to waddle around the grocery today and it literally took all the energy I had to push the cart. By the time I was putting everything away in the kitchen, I could hear the theme song from Rocky playing in my head and could practically see Mickey and Apollo in the back of the refrigerator when I was bending over to put things up. "You can do it" they were saying. They have all the faith in the world in this fat, pregnant, tired, swollen woman. The good news is that because I was able to accomplish my task at the grocery, I now have many options for snacks later on when I get hungry, including but not limited to brownies, cookies and some Halloween candy bars. Nothing like finishing up a pregnancy around Halloween when the treats are bountiful.
I feel like I want to do nothing but sleep all day. If I could, I would. Seriously, I have never felt such a closeness with my bed and pillow as I do now. I tried scrubbing the bath and shower yesterday and realized that my inability to bend for more than a few seconds has pretty severely hindered my ability to clean with any degree of effectiveness. I noticed streaks in the tub today and just couldn't get the motivation together to get in and re scrub it.
I really need to mop the floor but the thought of pushing a mop around makes me want to throw up as I sit here, typing. Maybe if I have a cookie and rest for a little bit, I will change my mind. meanwhile, I will leave Baby W where he is to bake and drop down into launch position.
Be it in a day or 4 weeks, he will be here soon. Mommy is ready.