The Incorrigible Night Owl

I am so, so impatient right now.
I have reached a point that, aside from the obvious being physically ready to be done (which I’ve been since basically the first month or so), I am psychologically fed up. I’m bored with being pregnant. Shopping for baby stuff is no longer a sufficient distraction. I’m tired of buying stuff to put in the closet. I want the actual baby to put in the things I’ve bought.
I guess maybe part of it is her arrival suddenly seems imminent. Up till now the amount of weeks I had left still seemed like a pretty good chunk of time. Eight or even six weeks, say, while not a long time in the grand scheme of things, is still a considerable wait. Now, however, we are (as of Thursday) just four weeks from her due date. I have had the 23rd/24th stuck in my head for a while now and if that turns out to be correct the we are looking at more like three weeks till the big event. That is the very near future, no matter how you slice it. And yet it’s still 25 days or so away and 25 days is a long time when you are waiting with bated breath. Were I terribly busy it would fly by, I’m sure, but I am not busy and I’ve been so bored lately that the days are just dragging. This pregnancy has NOT flown by. It seems like I’ve been pregnant about twice as long as I already have. So I have no reason to expect the final few weeks to zip by.
Being that I will be considered full-term as of Thursday I find myself looking for any sign that something is happening – contractions, the baby feeling as though she’s dropped, etc. I haven’t seen anything promising yet — which means exactly nothing, as I had major progress prior to going into labor both times without ever having had a contraction. I was nesting a bit yesterday and somewhat today, too — but people can nest for weeks before anything actually happens so I’m not putting too much importance on it.
Bottom line is, I’m ready, ready, READY to have this over with. I am really looking forward to this spring and summer. They hold a lot of promise. There will be a new baby, Abbey Road on the River, my parents’ visit, summer vacation bringing a nice break from the routine of school and practices and homework, and a trip to California (my first in a year). And through it all I will be back to feeling NORMAL after three-quarters of a year of utter crap. This means I will be able to enjoy all of these things rather than just getting through them and wishing they were over.
Yep…..I don’t know about anyone else but the end of March can’t come quickly enough for me. Let’s get on with it, already.