So, at this point I could go into labor any day. As my doctor told me, "my wife never made it to her next appointment with all 4 kids". And it's amazing that for 36 weeks I felt totally fine. Well, not totally, but close enough. Then wham! At 37 it was like hitting a brick wall. My leg/back started hurting at every step. The exhaustion came back at full force (yes, staying up till 9 is a reason to celebrate). And suddenly I get why my boss laughed at me every time I said I was going to work till the week of my due date.
And I certainly can't do what I thought I could. Cooking is becoming tiring - I made lasagna last weekend and needed a nap after spending 45 minutes in the kitchen. And a heating pad. And a massage. So I think I need to stop working sooner than I originally thought. One more week, and then a week and a half before my due date to finish mentally and physically preparing. And hopefully she won't be too late (because then I'll feel silly having sitting around with nothing to do)
I guess we'll see when baby Brady arrives. Fingers crossed!