I am so incredibly, unbelievably bored.

I don't know why this boredom has set in. My pet theory is that I am sick and tired of being pregnant and am dying to meet this little one, which has made everything else seem pale and dull by comparison. If that's the case I'm in trouble because I still have another 7 weeks to kill (6, if I'm lucky) before she arrives.

It's not that I have absolutely nothing to do. There tons I could, or should be doing. It's just that none of it is very exciting. Nay, it is of a stricly of a utilitarian nature -- such as cleaning my house before the midwife comes for the home visit and is so horrified she declines to return. I could also.....hmm.....nope, no "also". It's pretty much all housecleaning. And if you think my house can't possibly be messy enough that it will take 7 weeks to clean your faith in me is charming. Ignorant and entirely misplaced, but charming.

Anyway, so I don't know what might help me to shake off the unrelenting boredom. I'm not sure if it would be alleviated by more plans more grandiose than toilet scrubbing or whether I'm just going to be bored and impatient no matter what until this baby is born, after which I will transition gracefully to overworked and exhausted. The upside is I will likely be too worn out to be bored, so it's an improvement.

This month we are planning to take a family trip down to Dallas one weekend -- hopefully weekend after next. Perhaps planning that will give me something to look forward to in the nearer future and help some time to go by quickly.

You can bet, though, that come 36 weeks I am going to print out a list of tricks purported to help start labor (the safe ones, anyway) and I'm going to start at the top and work my way through. And if it doesn't work by the end of the list I'll start over again. I'm pretty sure I'll skip the castor oil, though. I don't know if I'd ever be THAT desperate to give birth.