November 6th came and went just like any other day. I woke up around 6:30 to pouring rain and a dreary sky. No contractions. No signs of labor. Just another morning.
"Maybe the labor signs will start later today....maybe I just need to get up and get moving?" I thought to myself.
Admittedly I had several print orders that I needed to get in the mail that day before the baby could come, so I was okay with the fact that I could work comfortably and tie up any loose ends before things started to really happen.
I ended up getting out of bed around 8:15am......what I did from 6:30-8:15....I do not remember. Researched signs of labor? Who knows. I've been reading all about being 40 weeks pregnant for the last week and a half and everyone says the same thing. Or rather, everyone says different things and everyone agrees that you just have to play it by ear because everyone's story is different. :::sigh::: Not my ideal answer!
I waddled out of bed and got ready for the day. Cereal for breakfast. It was raining outside, so no walk for Cooper. He didn't even want to go out in the backyard when I opened the door for him....it took several times of me telling him to go out in the grass and do his business.
After breakfast I grabbed all of my print orders and hauled them up to the third floor. The next 3 1/2 hours were spent packaging print orders, responding to emails and working on the first proofs of new orders. It felt good to get things done in the morning.
At 12:45 I loaded Cooper into the car and we headed out for the post office and to get a quick drink somewhere (non-alcoholic, thank you). It was shortly after we left that I realized the back right car window had been left open from our car ride the day before. I should mention that it rained the night before. From what I could tell, there wasn't anything to worry about....I don't think, anyway.
We got back home about an hour later and I was exhausted. Cooper and I went to the living room and hung out there for an hour until I decided that my bed would be a better option to relax on.
I thought I wanted to nap, but sure enough, once I got upstairs to our bedroom, I wasn't tired anymore. So, I opted to binge watch a show on Amazon Instant Video.
We were supposed to have Bible study that night, but everyone else cancelled (which, I was okay with). So, shortly after Mr. Pribs got home, I made myself dinner (with our new range!!) and then headed back upstairs to relax while the Mr. did some army related work.
Overall, a pretty uneventful day (compared to what it could have been). I had 5 people text me in relation to the baby being due. I responded to everyone with a smile and said that the baby was content with his current living quarters. At the latest, he'll be here next Friday.
It's okay, Baby Pribs. You'll be here before we know it.
On Tuesday of last week Rob and I did something that I didn't think I would be doing until we were in our 30s. We closed on a house. We are, officially, homeowners. Its a very odd concept and I don't think it has hit me. This place that I live in. Its ''ours''. I put quotes around the word ours because technically the bank owns this house until we pay off the mortgage (which we plan to do very quickly compared to the average homeowner), But still, since we aren't renting this place, we can talk about doing whatever we want here and we can put those thoughts into action. We don't have to worry about being too loud with neighbors downstairs. I can have my own laundry line in the backyard if I want. I HAVE A BACK YARD. My kitchen is larger than my bathroom, for once. Granted, our place isn't new....its not huge....and it's nothing to brag about. But, because of this, the house was cheaper than those around it and we aren't putting ourselves in over our heads with our mortgage.
We're in the home stretch! We have less than two weeks left until baby Pribs comes.
Things are getting uncomfortable when it comes to sleeping and sitting (more specifically sitting when driving).
This baby is all up in my ribs and sides and .....everywhere else.
It's officially November. The baby's due date is November 6th. However, people continually tell me that most first-timers don't give birth until past 40 weeks, so I've come to terms with the fact that baby Pribs will be making his entrance post due date.
However, Baby Pribs, if you decide you want to come before 41 weeks, you're more than welcome and we are ready for you. Especially Cooper.
Last year at this time I was very intentional about setting monthly goals for my small business. I knew, without a doubt, that without any goals in place, I would find it tempting to grow stagnant and not create new products for my shop or look for ways to grow (whether it be through streams of income, types of product, refining my current practices, etc).
With no surprise, when we moved back to the midwest, things got busier and I neglected my little business and as a result haven't been setting goals and things have slowed down a bit. I've come to terms with the fact that That's okay. I was very busy and there is no way I would have stayed sane if I devoted as much attention to my business when I had 75% less time to dedicate to it.
As of last week, the dust has settled and I feel like I can finally breathe. So, I took time today to make some business goals for November.
1.) List 50 more digital products (already made - just need to set up the photos and put in my shop) 2.) Try a new listing method for physical prints (less confusion for customers, easier to order) 3.) Adjust my turn-around time and pricing 4.) Revisit print prices.
I'm setting these goals fully knowing that in November I'm also going to be running on less sleep and trying to learn my role as a mom of a newborn. However, this business is my passion and I know that it's not something I want to simply cast aside and call it a short phase of my life. With that in mind, if I don't cross off all of my goals, That's okay.
We went for a 2 mile HIKE on Saturday at Settler's Cabin Park. This was my best and worst decision of the week. Best decision because the weather was perfect, the colors were pretty and our dog got some much needed exercise. Worst decision because I practically couldn't walk the next day. Why don't people mention the pain that hits you in your ligaments right around the 34th week of pregnancy? Everyone's always focused on the pain of the actual birth that they skip right past the fact that you're not going to be able to walk by yourself the entire month leading up to your due date.
Regardless, it was a lot of fun and we should do it again the day after the baby gets here.
It's not like I'll be in any more pain then, right? ;)
38 weeks sounds like a bigger number than it feels. Baby Prib's due date is in two weeks. In two weeks Baby Pribs is allowed to enter this world with no fear of underdevelopment. In two weeks I can be a mom.
These 38 weeks have dragged on and flown by all at the same time. Wasn't it just last week that I saw that blue plus sign for the first time in my own bathroom? And yet, the nursery has been set up and complete for what feels like forever. All it needs is a baby. My baby.
Everyone thinks they have the perfect advice for you whenever they find out you're expecting. Especially if it's your first. I really couldn't care less what others have to tell me. I'm going to do what feels right and learn from my own mistakes.
My 38 week appointment was today....nothing spectacular. It'd be great if the doctor had said "Looks like the baby is ready to come out now....we miscalculated...you're ACTUALLY 40 weeks today!" (Dream On).