39 weeks today

Okay, so we are 39 weeks today. Honestly, at this point, I think I'm over this trip. I'm beginning to wonder if it's real. I'm beginning to wonder if Seth is really in there, if he's really that thing kicking and moving and making me have constant indigestion. More castor oil today...no contractions afterwards really this time.
We have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and the plan is for them to strip my membranes to see if that will help move things along. However, I have to work tomorrow night...so blah...my guess is that it's going to happen there. Gosh, it is my prayer it happens tonight!!!! SOMETHING!
Getting my membranes stripped last time was HORRIBLE, absolutely 10 out of 10 pain! So, I'm not looking forward to that tomorrow, however I know that labor itself is not pain-free and I don't think that any of it will be. But, whew it feels like someone is using a cheese grater up in there!
Okay, enough of that!
Today, we went to kid to kid in Apex and found a tricycle that Parker Jay had a fit for and we couldn't resist, and we picked up some little flannel one piece outfits for Sethie for this fall/winter. We came home and Parker was sooo happy on his tricycle. It was like Christmas or something for him. I should've taken a picture but didn't.
I have a feeling this is going to be a crazy busy week. And, I hope that this is my last post for a few days...maybe I'll go into labor and be unable to get back for a few days to my computer!
Hopefully, we'll go into labor, be able to move in Wednesday and we'll be settled in.
I guess it will all go as it should.
I'm just a tumbleweed, blowing whichever direction the wind carries me.

Hugs and baby love,
Kimmie

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