38 weeks

I had my 38 week check up today. Actually, I was 38 weeks on Monday. Not that I'm counting down or anything. On Mother's Day I started having contractions in the evening. And I'm still having them. Oh, not constantly. And most aren't even uncomfortable. But more frequent and stronger than the occasional braxton-hicks I'd been having. Yesterday I decided the baby looked and felt decidedly lower. And at the OB today, the heart rate was found lower down on my belly. But the cervical check didn't show much...a fingertip of dilation maybe. I feel really tired most days, like first trimester tired. I'm grumpy and not sleeping well and my belly is irritated by little kids wanting to sit on it all the time. Mostly I want to sleep and clean. That's about it. The doctor has offered to induce me at my next appointment. Boy, that's tempting. I really don't want to be induced. But it's hard to resist when you are so sick and tired of being pregnant. If I could just go into labor before then...that would be lovely. Sigh. We got Henry out with a castor oil induction. But I haven't gotten that desperate quite yet. He was well overdue, for one thing. It won't necessarily work unless you are good and ready to go. So. Here I sit. Sweaty and sleepy. Taking catnaps during episodes of Go Diego Go and waddling myself to the laundry room when I can muster up the energy. My doctor is on call tonight. Yeah. Tonight would be good, don't you think?