I've made it to 37 weeks (according to my dates, but only 36 according to my MW's dates). I'm not really sure which dates to go by, but my way I can say I've never been this pregnant before! I'm only 21 days away from the big due date, which I still firmly doubt I'll make. This week's addition to the colossal pity party that has been this pregnancy is a lovely bout of the flu. I've been home all week, although today I actually worked remotely. Monday and Tuesday I just slept and slept, except when my mother thought she needed to force-feed me. I kept telling her the MWs were OK with me not eating as long as I stayed hydrated. She wouldn't go for it, however, and kept waking me with cries of : "Sandra, que quieres comer" (which means, "What do you want to eat?") Thanks, but, um, food didn't sound so appealing... I was nauseated and feverish, gimme a break. I did want cream of wheat at one point, and she was more than happy to oblige. This is the "pro" part to having your mom stay with you. The "con" part are the constant wakings, by the way.
The Schmoop doesn't seem to understand that soon the "baby tummy" will be a fully functional baby sister. He gives my belly button kisses and thinks that's where she's going to come out of, but really, he would probably like it much better if she stayed inside. We bought the baby a carseat, and every now and then he points to it and says: "For my baby sister," but I'm not sure he "gets" that a new person will come to our house for good. For that matter, I'm not sure I completely get it either. We had our apartment painted, but we're too lazy to unpack, so it looks like we're moving. The baby could come home to utter chaos, but thank God, she wouldn't know the difference.
One more update: We've decided to take the plunge and buy.... a king-sized bed. We can't deal with the "four" of us in the full any more, so soon we'll be the proud of owners of a King Koil latex and visco bed. Say it like Homer: "Woo hoo!"