39 weeks

I've been having contractions since Sunday night, anywhere from 6-30 minutes apart. It's been one false alarm after another. I'll be sure I'm in labor, wake Jim up, call my parents... and then the contractions slow down. My body is feeling pretty taxed at this point. Last night I was complaining and Jim gently reminded me that 39 weeks is an answer to prayer. It really is. I'm so thankful to be full term and I'm trying to enjoy these last few days.

I took Grant to the doctor yesterday because I thought his wheeze was pretty bad (and he was really grumpy). She assured me that what we are hearing is not fluid in the lungs, but his chest vibrating from post-nasal drip.

The person who I'm praying for to get well now is my doula! For those of you who don't know, a doula is a birth coach. She is there in addition to Jim, the midwife and the nurse. Unlike the midwife and nurse who will be in and out of the room, my doula never leaves my side. She's kind of like my personal cheerleader. (Doula is the Greek word for servant.) She is there to provide massage, coaching for Jim, to bring me water, to communicate with our families and just to provide an extra set of hands. She was there for me with Grant's birth and I cannot imagine having another child without her! She provided great coaching and encouragement as well as practical help.But, unfortunately, she seems to have caught Grant's bug. I told her I'll try to hold this baby in another couple of days so she can get well.