2 miles a day…

I’m walking two miles a day and I’m still not seeing any constant improvement of these contractions. I’m so darn ready to be done. It’s hard to not want to be done.
I’m also trying hard to not obsess. But any time the contractions start up again and feel productive, I start getting hopeful and ready. I’m mentally prepared. The house isn’t perfect. But it’s ready enough. I’d also love to welcome Jordan into the family before everyone gets here for Christmas. It just seems better to be swamped with family while the baby is here compared to me sitting in a chair like a beached whale.