37.5 Weeks - In the home stretch!

The first part of this pregnancy seemed to last forever with all the non-stop morning sickness, but boy, this last trimester has flown by. I can't believe I only have 16 days left (at most). Time really started flying when, at my last appointment, Dr. Trabue told me he thought I'd have Gavin before the end of March and if not, he'd induce me on April 2. From the second those words came out of his mouth, my entire body accepted the fact that this is the end and I haven't had an ounce of energy. Gavin's definitely dropped and sleeping isn't fun any more.

I try to imagine holding Gavin in my arms for the first time and bringing him home to our new house. But it's still hard to believe we're going to have a new little Meisner in just a matter of days. I think Evan's even excited. I'm pretty sure he's tired of me explaining that the baby's in my tummy every time he asks, "Where baby? Where baby?" And get this...Evan even says Gavin's name! The remarkable part about that is that Evan won't even say his OWN name. He will say just about any other word, but I can't get him to say "Evan"...but he'll say "Gavin". So cute. Gavin's carseat's been in my car for weeks, ready to go. His nursery is ready, clothes washed and ready to wear, diaper bag's been packed, everyone's hospital/overnight bags have been packed too. We're just waiting!

I wonder if Dr. T is right this time about me going into labor on my own. We're all prepared for that to happen, but you just never know. I keep wondering if my water will break when I'm in Target or something crazy. But something tells me I'll probably end up getting induced again just like last time. I also wonder if Gavin's gonna come running out...this kid is active! Babies usually slow down in the last trimester, but he moves around so much sometimes that it's hard to walk. I have to literally stand still and wait for him to calm down so I can take a step. I'm dialated to 3 now and 85% effaced, but just like last time, that doesn't necessarily mean crap! Although cramps and pelvic pain have woken me several times in the night, so maybe, just maybe I will go into labor on my own this time. At first I didn't want to because I was scared, but now, I'm thinking it may be better than being induced. It's all in God's hands. I'm deliberating choosing not to think about the delivery AT ALL. It will be what it will be. No sense in trying to play it out in my mind. Fears of Evan's delivery always flood my mind and steal my joy, so I refuse to let that happen any more. Plus everyone says that every delivery is different, every baby is different. So one thing I know for sure...this delivery won't be like my first one!

Gavin Harrison, we can't wait to meet you, Angel. xoxo