4 days.

I had my 38 week appointment this morning.
It started out as they usually do - I peed in a cup and weighed myself, then the nurse took my blood pressure. I reported the results of my weigh-in (I'm up to about ten pounds total gained, now) and she recorded my pee test results in my chart (Yes, it's still positive). She went on about how close I'm getting, and my little belly.

Then she did something not so routine...

She warned me that my doctor is going to be out of town next week.

Oh God. Are you kidding me? My doctor is skipping town |thisclose| to my due date? Is that even legal? You've already given me a due date of Friday the 13th... I don't need any more bad luck! My doctor cannot leave town!

Well, it's not like I won't have a doctor there to deliver the baby if I do happen to go into labor while my doctor is out of town... The office is shared by two doctors - If one is busy or gone, the other doctor will fill in.

Now, I haven't met the other doctor yet, but she delivered my friend Michelle's youngest daughter.

Oh yeah, this other doctor also dated the father of the baby she could potentially be delivering. Granted, it was before I was even born... but wow... can you say awkward?

On with the appointment...
The nurse took me back to see the doctor, who did the typical normal stuff there... we listened to the baby's heartbeat and she measured my belly (which came in about 6 weeks smaller than it should be). She asked about my sleep (still not getting any), my heartburn (still constant), my bladder (yep, it's overworked) and my poop (not giving you details on that one).

Then she explained she would be out of town next week.

Yep. Got that. Which means that my appointment next week will be with the other doctor - Steve's old high school girlfriend. Fun times.

Then she did something really out of the ordinary.

She mentioned the "I" word... "induction." If I don't go into labor during the week that she is gone, my doctor wants to induce labor the day she comes back... Which is 4 days before my due date.

4 days.

Which means I went from having 15 days left, to only having 11. On the bright side, I won't be having a baby on Friday the 13th.... Instead, I will be getting my butt to the hospital at 6am on Monday, November 9th.

For some reason, this makes me incredibly nervous. As if the big belly and all the feet in my ribs wasn't enough of a reminder, it's like....

This is it...
It's scheduled...
No turning back now...

I'm having a baby.

I guess I'm a commitment-phobe.

I have a really bad habit of not keeping hobbies.

I like to think of myself as a fairly creative person - the main hobbies I tend to cycle through are writing, playing guitar, and scrapbooking (or another craft). Right now, obviously, I've been on a writing kick (which is a good thing).

But how long will it last? How long will I keep my blog up before I cycle off to another hobby? I have been eyeballing the acoustic sitting alone in the corner of the bedroom. I can remember a time when I picked that thing up every time I had a free minute to myself.

I have hundreds of dollars (at least) worth of scrapbooking paper, tools and other supplies just sitting collecting dust. And I've got an unfinished baby blanket that I started to crochet just a few weeks ago, that will probably never be finished before the baby gets here. A few years ago, I was going to start sewing. I actually made (and finished) a dress that I wore while I was pregnant with Kade. I spent money on material and thread. I have a nice sewing machine that sits in the box... I haven't done anything with it since I got it.

It's not just creative hobbies that I can't keep. I can't even make a full commitment to a silly facebook application. I play a game for a few weeks, then get tired of it and move on to another game.

Yeah, this "hobby cycling" is a pretty expensive habit... But I guess there are worse things I could be cycling through... and I know I'm not the only one with this issue...

Dad I am calling you out to share some of your "hobby cycling" in hopes of getting some more interaction going on here! Don't let me down!

Just call me Big Bird.

I have undoubtedly entered the severe "nesting" phase of my pregnancy.

No, I'm not in the yard gathering twigs and leaves to make a bed for the baby... though I have been picking twigs and leaves up off the floor that have gotten tracked in.

I have been cleaning everything and trying to get things ready for the baby.
And it's about damned time.

With just 17 days left until my due date, there is still so much left to get ready. We've got both the crib and bassinet put together and made up, and the little guy has clean clothes put away in his dresser.

But I still have to install the car seat... wash and sterilize the breast pumps and bottles... pack our bags for the hospital, get batteries for the camera... The only diapers in the house are the size of a newborn onesie. I've been racking my memory trying to remember how to take care of a brand new tiny little baby.

Oh yeah, and he still needs a name.

That's probably the biggie. What do babies need? Love - Check. Clothes - Check. A place to sleep - Check. Diapers - Well the hospital will send us home with some, so Check. Food - As long as he'll latch and nurse (Kade would not), then Check. And a name... I think we're close, but there's been no official decision. We'll get there, eventually. It's just a very permanent thing, and that makes it difficult to finalize.

So what have I been doing with my free time instead of packing bags and washing bottles if I am supposedly "nesting?"

Standing on a kitchen chair scrubbing ceiling fans with a toothbrush.

Don't ask me why... Yes, they needed it (most ceiling fans do) but what business do I have, as pregnant as I am, doing it, right? I did the same thing with Kade, except then I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the hardwood floor with the toothbrush.

I guess I really don't have an answer for why I suddenly feel it needs done, but my next project is going to be the lamp in this living room... and if Aaron would let me, I'd use a bulk package of toothbrushes on his entire bedroom... but I don't see him letting me do that! lol