Slowly, but surely...

I keep reminding myself that this baby won't stay in here forever. One day, he will come out!  I accomplished just about everything on my nesting to-do list.  I'm not sure what is worse... having so much to do (no matter how trivial) that I feel overwhelmed to accomplish it all, or having nothing to do but twiddle my thumbs and wait.  I took myself off of my Procardia a week early (hey, he's fully cooked at 38 weeks, right?).  This is the medicine I've been on for the last two months to slow/dull my frequent contractions so I didn't deliver early.  My contractions are definitely much stronger, but it's worth the trade off.  My hands and legs had started swelling so bad that I was wearing heavy, full length support hose every day (not just at work), and when I woke up in the morning, my hands were so swollen, I couldn't bend my fingers any more than halfway.  Within 2 days of being off it, my hands are fully functional first thing in the morning, and my legs only swell if I sit at the computer for too long (which lately doesn't happen hardly at all).

Despite my frequent, stronger contractions, I'm still not "in labor."  As of Monday, I was 3cm and 60-70% effaced, with baby having dropped quite a bit.  Unfortunately, I think today he "floated" back up (at least he sure feels a lot higher).  Jason told me the other day, "If your uterus was an MMA fighter, it'd definitely have won a title.  No matter how much of a licking it takes, it never taps out."  :)

I was looking through some old pictures on my iphone a few days ago.  I take an awful lot of pictures of Lucas while he's eating.  He's just so darn cute!  So here are a few to share...

One more adorable picture (he's trying to make "big eyes"):