35 weeks +

Three and some years ago, I went into labour with Avery at exactly 35 weeks.  This time around I'll admit that I held my breath all day at the 35 week mark, feeling extra sensitive to each braxton hicks or regular discomfort, watching the clock and mentally plotting out our action plan.  This wasn't too unusual, being that I've been nervous about this baby coming early for weeks (months) now, and because everything just feels more than last time.  But now that I've made it this far I feel like it's time I settle into some normal anticipation ... if not confidence that Murphy's Law will strike and I'll be housing this baby for more than what's fair.

There's nothing we can do to predict the day or speed or level of surprise, and while that gave me a lot of anxiety in the previous weeks, I feel pretty cool about it now.  We live 2 hours away from the hospital of choice (45 minutes from the plan b hospital).  In fun, I had Levi read a page from a book about delivering a baby if one finds oneself with a woman in need of pushing and you're on the side of a canola field.  I didn't let him see very much since the idea freaked me out too much.  My mantras today are "we will make it" and "it'll be okay" and "I can do this".  We feel ready.  And yes, my hospital bag is packed ... mostly.