It's almost October and we will for sure, by the end of the month, have a new little boy. Back in August we were were hoping to see the month out, and then we were fairly certain that we'd be having a September baby, but here we are on the cusp of our official due date month, and while the prodromal labour has picked up again with quite a bit of force, I really think we might make it until close to our official due date.
The past couple of days, though, have been fairly challenging. Rich has been very busy outside of the house, including the early evenings, so all week it's been Raf and I (though Raf has been going to school most days), and almost every night I wake up in the very early hours with some discomfort that makes it all but impossible to get back to sleep. I usually am on the cusp of sleep minutes before Raf wakes up, so I have a very significant sleep deficit. I didn't get to sleep until close to midnight last night and then woke up before 3 only to be nodding off a couple of hours later, when, yes, Raf woke up before 5.
It was a very busy day with chores, including getting my car serviced, a lunch out with the boys, and then a work party in the late afternoon. Rich was too tired to go so it was me and a very over tired 3 year old who woke up much too early and napped for less than 30 minutes during the day. It's not the easiest thing managing a 3 year old at a party when most of the guests are adults and much older children, and schleping Raf around on the trampoline while trying my best to entertain him while talking to my colleagues was, well, tiring. Raf had tremendous fun on the trampoline with the very big kids, and then Raf found a good friend in Scott who had Raf in stitches as they threw soft toys to each other.
It was lovely to catch up with my colleagues and friends, especially since they have been wonderfully supportive as I've had to take a leave of absence from work. I'm so grateful to them all.
Now I'm home, though, I feel so tired. I am saying a small prayer that this little guy doesn't put in appearance this evening or even tomorrow (though it's a full moon this weekend, so who knows!). I am guessing that I'm being prepared for the next few months (or years!) of sleepless nights. On the other hand another 2-3 weeks of pre-labour might leave me with one foot in crazy.