No baby yet, but here's an update

The following is an actual picture of my current brain matter:

Yes, it's true. I'm finally getting anxious to have this freaking baby. It's taken me a while to get to this point though. Like 39 weeks.

Don't get me wrong. I've wanted a baby for a while now, much longer than I've been pregnant. But something happened when I actually got pregnant--I don't know what--that made it seem much less real to me....even though it's been more real than ever. It's hard to explain. Somehow I haven't been able to connect everything that's been happening with my body with a new little friend joining the Layland family. I think I'm finally getting there though, and I'm really excited to meet this little girl and find out what she's all about. I've prepared myself for her to initially be mostly about eating, burping, sleeping and pooping. But baby steps to that unfolding personality, right?

Part of the reason I haven't updated much on the pregnancy is because, aside from the first trimester, everything's gone really smoothly. I've had a few aches and pains as my bones have made room to cradle and extra person, but those were short-lived. Even now at 39 weeks I'm waiting for this third trimester to be as uncomfortable as I've heard it can be. I'm not trying to brag. I'm just baffled at how generally great I'm feeling. All I can really say is, yep, I'm getting bigger. Pass the cookies.

My height may have something to do with lack of discomfort, and for that I thank my lucky stars. Perhaps another part of it is because there is a merciful God who knows this daughter of His is a world class procrastinator....er, I mean, works fantastically under the pressure of a deadline. He's certainly blessed me with the energy and clarity I've needed to get things done around here. These past couple of weeks Kelly and I have transformed our little apartment into a place that will actually hold this little girl and her fans comfortably, or at least without us tripping all over each other. I know they say you can never be truly ready for a new baby, but at least I can rest knowing I've done all I can to help make the transition a little less logistically crazy.

So there you have it. The getting-close-to-the-due-date update. No numbers to report as of yet, but we have another doctor's appointment tomorrow. Perhaps then I'll have some cold hard facts to post rather than creepy words describing parts of my body I don't want to talk about.