And the Beat Goes On

The blog's music theme continues as we reach the 39th week of pregnancy.  The preparations have been made.  The classes have been taken.  The name has been chosen (finally).  And now the waiting has set in.  Waiting and hoping that Addison will join us sometime soon.  Sometime, anytime, please, if you listen to Mandi. 

Wednesday we went to the doctor for Mandi's weekly exam.  Without getting too graphic for the Internet (is it even possible to be too graphic for the Internet?), things are progressing, though less quickly than we would hope for.  Still the good doctor (who we shall refer to as the Good Doctor) said that anything could happen at any time.  That kind of specificity earns you the blog nickname Good Doctor, so apparently it is a low standard. 

Mommy Mandi is predictably uncomfortable, though also braving it with an admirable toughness that, from some commentators, was unexpected.  Still, its hard to "enjoy" pregnancy when your stomach muscles are rippling as a little child kicks and punches her way out of your gut.  For both of us, though, the emotional ebbs and flows of preparing, waiting, hoping, waiting, expecting, and more waiting are starting to take a little bit of a toll.  Its time for her to get here already!

So, dear readers, any advice on how to get through the pre-Addison doldrums?  Post comments below.

And to answer the obvious question, yes I do appreciate the irony of this post since once she is here we will be praying for a Saturday morning where we can wake up, drink coffee and post on a blog or, better yet, sleep in.