The end is nigh! Since I'm walking around at just about 5 cm dilated already, the plan is to induce labor tomorrow morning. Alice will be Mommom's birthday present!
I know that I won't be getting much sleep after she arrives, but even those couple hours at a time are sounding very nice right about now. That, and fitting into something besides flip flops and the two shirts I have left.. Let's get this baby out before the Macy's parade people call!
So, a couple nights ago, I dreamed I went for a walk. There I was, minding my own business, when complete strangers start walking up to me and handing me bottles of cleaning supplies. Telling me things like "That baby isn't here yet because your house is a mess!" or "She won't come until you have that place spotless! Get moving!".
Eventually, I'm waddling through my neighborhood, with an overflowing armload of Lysol bottles, Clorox wipes, etc., while neighbors (one of which I think was the lady from the Pine-Sol commercials--when did SHE move in?!) are leaning out of the windows and hollering from their doorsteps at me to get cleaning, because that baby doesn't want to see a messy house.
But, my house IS clean.
The parts of it I can reach at least.