37 weeks

When I got pregnant in the spring, I had the thought "I can't wait for snow, because that means Caleb will be here soon!" Well, it's been snowing like crazy this year. I don't remember the last time we had a White Thanksgiving as well as a White Christmas. It feels like we're getting fresh snow every other day and the extreme cold (0's and teens) has set in earlier than usual. I've taken to calling my knee-length down coat "The Christmas Miracle Coat" because it still zips up over the bump. When I bought my cute maternity pea coat, I assumed I'd wear that through the rest of the pregnant, because I usually don't need the big coat until January. Well, it was -1 when I woke up this morning and a wool pea coat just doesn't cut it in this weather. Long story short: It's snowing and Caleb will be here soon. I'm officially full term, although a couple more weeks for him to fatten up and get ready, like a little Christmas goose, wouldn't be bad. I'd like to hear a nice healthy wail from his little lungs when he arrives. Then I'd like him to never wail again! How's that for contradictions?

37 weeks is fairly uncomfortable. I don't know if he has "officially" dropped, but he is sitting rather low in my pelvis, which makes rolling over, getting up, getting in and out of cars and walking somewhat uncomfortable. One of my best friends is a runner, and due to the fact that she ran daily for years and years before being pregnant, she ran throughout her entire pregnancy, including the day she went into labor. I guess if I were a natural runner I would be ok, but the idea of walking a couple miles right now, much less running, makes me want to cry. For me, I'm happy sitting on the couch, watching Carolina pummel Kentucky, Chicago trounce Cleveland and making fun of the old Christmas cartoons from the late 1960's.