two sets of cheeks and an entire pineapple

Well, well, well. Who called it? Who just knew in her heart that our precious Reeve would not greet us on or before his due date? Yep, his Mama. Mama knows everything. Remember that, Reeve. 
My life has always been full of wait and anticipation, so it's kind of been in the back of my mind that, pending all things go smoothly with the pregnancy (and praise God, they have!), Reeve would decide to be a rascal and leave us waiting. Yesterday was my 40-week mark, and I had an appointment. She told me some things that slightly contradicted my last visit, so I'm just ignoring that aspect and thinking Reeve will be here when he gets here, whether that involves an induction or not. 
Inductions don't really scare me. I just think they need to be what is right for the baby and mother at the time. Of course I'd prefer for him to just surprise us all, but my main preference is that he is healthy and safe.
All that being said, I'm ready to meet this boy! We all are! According to the midwife, we won't have to wait any longer than next week, so that gives some slight relief, being able to see the end. However, I've said before that I've run out of skin and clothes and energy, and we just really want him here. Derick, a usually patient, not-easily-excited person, has become pretty anxious and can't help but to show it. He wakes up in the morning, asks me how I feel, and growls, "UHHHHH...BROTHERRRRR." 
People have asked me since day one how I'm feeling, and I've done my very best not to complain too much. However, I can say that at this point, I'm EXHAUSTED. Even if I were to sleep all day long (which I really can't because I have to eat a ton of food and my head gets hot when I sleep) I still think I'd be just as tired. It's a natural part of pregnancy, especially at this stage, but it's really hard to deal with when there are a ton of things I need/want to be doing. 
Maybe I'm being a little crazy in this, too, but I think Paris knows something's up. I've said that all along, but today especially, there's been a shift in her moods. She's a moody girl anyway, and you can't really guess what type of mood she's going to be in from moment to moment. But today, she's been ultra cozy to me. I went to Kelsey's this morning, and when she wasn't snooping in Kelsey's new house or love-attacking the cable guys, she was laying really, really close to me. I took a nap when I got home, and she stayed in the living room. She normally naps in the bed with me. Instead, she perched on the back of the couch and watched our yard/slept. It seems like normal Paris behavior if you know her, but there is something different. We had a dog when I was growing up. She was a black pomeranian, Muffin, and if anyone in the family got sick, she "got sick," too. Paris is sort of acting sick to me, but I know she feels well. It's weird and difficult to explain, but dogs are supposed to sense weird things, and I think she is curious about what's about to happen.
Tonight, there is a meet and greet for Derick's work, and I'm supposed to go. Problem is that I have no clothes that fit--other than sweat pants and Derick's t-shirts, which are unfortunately inappropriate for the event. I'll have to dig and scrounge. 
I'm two pounds shy of my 25 lb. allotment, and I know that doesn't mean diddly really, but it makes me feel even guiltier when I eat three breakfasts (mostly sweets) and CRAVE soda like a crackhead all day long. I've been careful to not fully indulge in my caffeine cravings, but I do have an iced coffee here and there, and this morning I drank a can of DP that my in-laws left in the fridge. Caffeine has been my one worry. Mostly because I don't really know the dangers and effects. I certainly haven't drank close to my "limit," but it's still something that concerns me. I also think my worry is in part due to the fact that I was not a caffeine drinker before I was pregnant. All self control is lost once you are with child. I think I've said that before, but it is the absolute truth, or it was for me. I know Reeve isn't going to be born with an addiction to Vanilla Coke or anything, but I feel kinda bad that I didn't always make the best health choices, simply out of my own selfishness. I'm praying to be a better mom than that in the future.
Tonight, I'm going to eat an entire fresh pineapple. I may also drink some red raspberry leaf tea. I heard those are natural labor inducers. I don't really believe much in that because every baby and pregnancy is different, but pineapple and raspberry tea sound good, and that's my bottom line for eating and drinking them. 
Before you give me hints and myths on how to induce labor, trust me, I know them all. No, I am not going to torture myself and drink castor oil. Frankly, I don't know what castor oil is and it wasn't until recently that I realized it, in fact, does not go in a car. I'm not going to do anything with cohosh. I don't know what that is either, but the term reminds me of some slang term for marijuana, and it just sounds like something a dirty hippie was doing when she went into labor. Not for me. I'm walking more than a lot of not pregnant people I know, so check that box. Derick is doing his part to help me. He even broke down and read how to induce labor, which won me a couple of nice, unexpected leg/foot rubs. (Can someone convince him that a full-body, hour-long massage will certainly do the trick?!) Bottom line: Reeve Roberts will come when he wants to, and if he needs a little extra boost from the doctor, then so be it. I'm just praying for his health and safety and looking forward to seeing those little cheeks (both sets!) 
Well, I'm going to go cuddle with Paris and make sure she isn't just having a breakdown. She is very much a drama queen and needs frequent attention. Wonder who she gets that from???