I am fully convinced that the last month of pregnancy was specifically designed as a defense mechanism so labor no longer seems so bad. It's like, I will do whatever it takes to get this child out and end the pregnancy (with a healthy baby resulting, of course).

I guess once the baby drops into the birth canal, your ability to bend at the hips is kind of compromised. Moving is just kind of a chore. I get really pissed off when I drop things on the floor.

My belly button never did pop out all the way. Still just at the top, and when I am reclined some it goes back in.

I had my first dream about the baby since before we found out the sex. I was hanging out with my old neighborhood friends, and just like I start seeing his knee pop out on the left side of my stomach, we started to see his nose poke out, and then you could see his mouth through my skin, too. Eventually his head just started pressing against the side of my stomach so hard that my skin stretched all the way so that I could see his face through my skin and hold his head in my hands. Is that weird at all? Probably. It just made me that more anxious to see what his little face looks like.

It's really weird to think that he could be here in two weeks. This week I'll be 37 weeks, full term. So, I have about 1-4 weeks to go (we'll hope for the best but expect the worst - and 4 weeks sounds horrendous).

I guess it's time to start another week of work, and I will just hope that I'm close to my last!