My friend and compadre Heather is about to pop out her third and final kid any minute now. Needless to say, she is antsy. All her other kids came when she was at 36 weeks gestation. This kid, however, is taking its sweet time in coming out, comparatively. She's cruised on past 36 weeks and now is in her 39th week and is wondering if the kid is ever planning on making an appearance.
All my kids were preemies as well- my oldest came at 34 weeks, my middle child came at 36 weeks, and my youngest too his sweet time, appearing at 38 weeks gestation. I know how she feels, except I wasn't 39 weeks pregnant in the middle of one of the biggest heat waves in years.
So when she says she's cranky, I try to cheer her up. I don't tell her, "Enjoy this peace, because things are fixing to get crazy." Everyone and their sister told me that. As if I didn't know how crazy adding another kid to the mix was. What I didn't know was how much adding a third kid would slow everything down. What used to take a half hour to do, ended up taking an hour to do. And so on, and so on.
No, I expect she just wants the endless waiting to be over. I understand that so totally, and I bet you do too, Love Shak-ers. Go head on over and tell her we're rooting for her!