Aahhhh. In twenty minutes I’ll be 39 weeks along. That’s just crazy. Oy. Everyone needs to get well so I can go into labour illness free. Go go go get better! I think I’m getting cabin fever, or something. I’m so tired of resting and being inside, yet I feel like poo and am sick and need to rest. What a dilemma. At least my feet haven’t decided to swell and my headaches have been pretty much nonexistent for a couple of days, AND I haven’t needed to take any Tylenol today, or yesterday I think. I haven’t checked my blood pressure in a couple of days, but the last few times I checked it previously it was normal. So woo. Now if my body would actually go into real labour one of these times I have painful contractions. That’d be nice. Argh. I want to go into labour now! But I also want to be well when I go into labour!

The flu faerie needs to land on my shoulder and wave her magic wand and make me sick free, then the labour faerie needs to tap on my uterus and tell it to GO!