{Over} Baked Poppy Seed

I'm pretty sure if my tummy had a smoke alarm, it would be going off. Poppy - you are officially over-baked. Now in 10 days when you are STILL in there, I'll write your official eviction notice. Until then, I'm going to enjoy the last few kicks and hiccups as well as a clean house and quality time with your daddy. Turns out, I'm not the first pregnant lady ever to go past her due date (even though it feels that way...) but I think everyone was so determined I would "pop" well before the 22nd that no one can believe you are still baking. And making it this far is not so much a bad thing .. in fact, Poppy's had plenty of time to cook in there and get ready for this world out here. But, really, Poppy - how much more cookin' do you need?

Benny and I both woke up GRUMPY today. We both left work Friday with the mindset we would not be returning today, so it was extremely difficult to get out of bed. I kept reminding him that while he had to go sit in an air-conditioned office all day (his life is rough...), I'd be going in and out of the heat all day, getting up and down off the floor, having little kids come at me forgetting I no longer have a lap, and driving little kids to the dentist .. and I'm the one whose got the baby in my tummy! Good thing I absolutely love my job - I wasn't QUITE ready to say goodbye to my little people anyway.

I got asked at least 15 times at the dentist, "Wow! When are you due? You are going to pop!" to which I sighed and replied,"Yesterday." (Thanks for the reminder, right?!) One lady said, "You just look plain miserable." (Was it the fact that I was sweating profusely or that my shirt was stretched to the point it was almost ripping from me trying to keep my belly from poking out at the bottom that gave that away?) Really, I don't think I look or act that miserable... do I?!

So what do we do? We wait, and wait, and wait some more. Poppy will come when he/she is ready and until then there's not a whole lot we can do. I figure it's a few more nights we get to pray for a smooth delivery and healthy baby. Oh look at me being all positive - doesn't it just make you sick? I'm too exhausted tonight to even go on a walk, so I'm just sitting here staring at Pinterest (Benny told me I could NOT start making a "Baby Edwards #2" board) and chowing down chocolate chip cookies (that I baked out of boredom yesterday). According to Benny, he had 2 and I ate the rest. I may have a slight case of pregnancy dementia, but I distinctly remember him eating at least 3. Benny can't remember a time in his life where I didn't have SOMETHING for him to do, but I honestly don't even have a to-do list at this moment. Although, he could hang up our amazing maternity pictures that came in the mail today (Thanks, Ash!) but I'll let him get in a few more uninterrupted nights of playing NCAA football...

We cannot wait to meet Poppy. At this point, if Poppy is a boy he will not have a name for at least 24 hours or possibly longer because I've suddenly decided on a new name rather than the one we've had picked out for 3 years, and Poppy's father is not budging. This could get interesting. Especially because I pre-made a "Welcome Home" sign for BOTH possibilities - boy and girl - complete with names (oh yes, I need to have this baby SOON), so Benny isn't sure how I plan on doing a last minute switch-a-roo, but trust me folks, it is possible. I even tried to change our girl name - by one letter - the other day and he just told me to move on. I've had WAY too many weeks to think about this... And then today when I texted him another possibility for a middle name, he informed me I should probably stop adding to list and start eliminating. The longer this baby cooks, the crazier this mama gets.

Benny's co-workers have started asking if this is all a conspiracy for him to get some time off work and one even asked if any of them have actually seen me "pregnant" because they're really starting to think it's all made up. I am starting to think they might be right and that all the toddlers know what they're talking about when they say I just have a basketball in my tummy. My boss is neighbors with my doctor, so every time his car is not at his house she assumes he is delivering my baby and I get a text asking if I'm in labor. Today I had to inform her that I'm not his only patient and he probably also has a life outside of delivering babies...

Well, Poppy, we will just have to see what the doctor says tomorrow. Maybe he will send me right up to labor and delivery and we'll be holding you by the end of the day? Wishful thinking .. but I'm hoping I've at least progressed. If not, your dad might be grumpy about the blisters on his feet from walking so many miles with me this weekend. But you just do what you need to do - we'll be all sorts of ready to love on you when you get here! (Oh, and while your uncle Jerad thinks you're holding out to be the New Year's baby, your great auntie Joyce promises you'll be here by September...)