Bored...

Here I am, 40.5 weeks preggo. A week of my short maternity leave... GONE. This baby, who had a due date of 10/26; however, every ultrasound she was measuring 'larger' at about 10/23, is still in me. I know I am not the most patient person and can be pretty stubborn (obviously she is following after her mom), but I am ready...

I have to admit I am both excited to have a baby and start a family, but at this point, I am equally as excited to get her out of me. I have never been an emotional person, I like to describe myself as a pessimist (or as my husband calls it 'realist'). Not that I am Negative Nancy all the time, I am just very reasonable and can be blunt and say things how they are, not meaning to offend anyone, but sometimes people don't like to be called out on things... Opps... :) However, since last Sunday I have been on an emotional roller-coaster of 1. Being really excited this baby could come, and hoping she would come a little early (her 'fake' due date) 2. Not being patient or knowing when she was coming (I am a planner), only to have her due date come and go 3. being really upset and frustrated (I was fully aware of my feelings and let people know how I felt, again, not to offend anyone who might have taken my 'snappiness' personally) 4. Now I am just over it....

This last week, while I have been on 'maternity leave' (with no baby), I have been extremely bored (I could never be a stay at home mom)... I refused to clean my house for the longest time, because I was going to throw that chore on my husband (he could clean while I did 'baby stuff' with the baby), I have been to the mall more times this last week to 'walk the baby out' more times than I think I have been in the last year (I am a HUGE fan of online shopping)--P.S. going to the mall when you feel like a whale during your favorite clothing season (fall), can be a little depressing--And as bored as I am, I cannot call anyone to 'talk'. I am afraid to call people because if I do call them, they think it's because I'm going to the hospital, or because I already had the baby, which gets them excited, but it's the last thing I want to talk about, and I feel bad (I know they are well meaning and it's just me, but being constantly asked about something you desperately want, but you don't have, is a little depressing).

So... Here I am, starting a blog, we'll see how long it lasts. I am a large fan of 'blog stalking'; however, never really got in on the craze--I find a lot of blogs post only the 'positive aspects' of people lives (which makes you subconsciously feel like a 'bad' person), or on the opposite end, people express WAY too much personal information... I mainly found a lot of pleasure with blogs. I am sure if I continue with this blog, it will turn into that (a journal of sorts). Right now I will fully admit I am venting to whoever is reading this about something more than 50% of women go through (delivering after their due date).