Final Days Dammit

Yes, I'm still pregnant. I don't really have a good excuse for not updating this blog, except that there hasn't been anything to say. I'm still mobile and walk as much as possible, though I'm getting slow with the waddle. My right leg sometimes hurts after sitting for any length of time and then trying to walk, like she's settled on a nerve or something. My back hasn't hurt hardly at all which I attribute entirely to walking regularly.
So, if I'm so boring, why am I bothering to write?

1 - I have pictures. Last weekend John and I actually bought furniture (well, a chair). It's a recliner/rocking chair. Thanks Mom!
And Holie left yesterday for NYC. To live! Without me! So John took a picture of us. I look horrible (I think I even have a double chin) but at least it's a picture of me not long before I pop.

2 - I'm due next week and so maybe people are wondering what's up. I mean, the first question out of everyone's mouth is "have you given birth yet?" Repeating myself can get kind of old. No offense.

3 - Starting Monday-ish I really began to feel my Braxton Hicks contractions. I thought they were sly little buggers and I'd go through the whole pregnancy not knowing what people were talking about. I never even knew I was having them unless I happened to touch my belly (or John did). Until now. Now it feels like my insides want to compress into a tiny point. It's a rather sickening feeling - something between a menstral cramp and a stomach ache. Lovely. So lovely, in fact, I was nearly convinced Tuesday morning (4am) that I was in labor. But the damn things are not regular, just frequent. Well, frequent sometimes. Tuesday was hellish. Having had no sleep, I had contractions all day on and off at work. But that night I slept fine (6 whole hours and I only had to get up to pee twice!) and the "fake" contractions have diminished (number not discomfort). And don't you worry now that the baby is suffering (all you bleeding hearts). She's all sorts of active right before and after the contraction. In fact, I was reading online that baby movement can cause the damn things. So it's her own fault.

So I feel, given this recent history, that I should go into labor soon. Really it would only be fair. It's one thing to live through a day or two of contractions. It's another thing entirely to have to live with it for weeks (even if they are less intense).
I go to the doctor tomorrow. She better say I'm due any day now or this blog will soon fill with angry, not-appropriate-for-children, words.