Why, oh why do guys always think they have it so rough?

Just a bit of a thing I'm seething over this morning. I'm about to leave for the doctor. We're in the home stretch now. I'll find out today when to expect what we're expecting.

On to what I'm ugh about. I asked Julian last night to accompany me to the doctor today. Fine, said he. Cool. I tell him not to stay up too late, but that it's not a real early appointment.

I went to bed at a little after midnight. I was awakened shortly after 5 by Enzo. So at most, I had 5 hours of sleep, but that's interrupted every few minutes because I can't get comfortable anywhere. Anyway, so Julian was in bed, snoozing away when I woke up. I tried to wake him at 9:30. No dice. He told me that he was exhausted, that he had trouble sleeping because I kept moving. So he got probably as much sleep as me, if not more. But he's staying home because he's tired. I wish I had that luxury. Bleh.

It's almost baby time!

I had my appointment today with the doctor. Everything is still rolling right along. Blood pressure is fine, my urine is fine (oh yeah!), fundal height is where it should be. Blah, blah, blah.

The exciting news: the date for my c-section has been set. It's...next Friday! 9 days away. I'll probably be in the hospital for a couple of days and not sure what kind of net access (if any) I'll have. But I'll be sure to take lots of photos and will get them posted ASAP.

This finally feels real. 9 days. Can you believe it?