39 and a Half Weeks Pregnant and My Weird Sleeping Schedule

Well, it's 3:21 PST and I'm awake. This seems to be a common occurrence as of late. I head to bed around midnight. B finishes up some work and comes to bed a bit later. This, of course, somehow wakes me up no matter how inconspicuous he attempts to be. Once awake, I notice that no matter which position I lie in I'm short of breath. I'm not sure if they're Braxton Hicks, real contractions, or just being entirely too pregnant. I know I'm have not reached the 40 week mark yet, but I'm 3 days away.

I would have bet a large sum of money six weeks ago that I would not be pregnant by this time. I probably would have given birth about two weeks ago and would have guessed to be completely sleep deprived yet content in my postpartum body. I would have guessed that I might be writing this blog about my sleeping schedule but because I'd have a newborn to feed every couple of hours. But here I am: huge, uncomfortable, and generally a little whacked out.

I can't get it off my mind. When's it going to happen? How? I can't seem to distract myself at all. I've cleaned. I've tried to Photoshop mockups of birth announcements. I went shopping twice today. The thoughts still linger. Will my water break? Am I actually in labor now? Will I be pregnant on Thanksgiving AND Black Friday? Am I going to be horribly overdue despite being 3 cm dilated because I'm sort of lazy and don't walk around enough?

I'm determined not to be. It's definitely not up to me, but I plan on making every effort to dilate my cervix further in the coming days. My next doctor's appointment is Wednesday. It's slightly early due to the holidays and I'm hoping for at least a 4-5cm "read." I got an exercise ball today and will bounce until I just can't anymore. Gravity should be on my side.

The one perk to making to Saturday pregnant though: B has offered a consolation present of sorts. He'll go watch Precious with me. It might just be worth it.