3 weeks from today

Worst case scenario, we'll be at the hospital forcing this baby outta me via drugs and sheer will 3 weeks from right now. 

Which somehow simultaneously feels like forever from now and right around the corner.

If someone told you that you had 3 weeks to live, it'd feel like no time at all.  However, if someone asked you to sleep naked outside in the freezing cold every night for 3 weeks, it'd feel like forever.  Perspective. 

It still feels like forever.  My back pain has progressed {so ambitious, I'm so proud} to lower back pain that shoots stabbing pain down my left leg when I get up from any sitting/lying down position and then while I walk.  Yay! 

On the good news front...

I've not pissed myself... yet.  But I'm half convinced that I will.  I'm 100% sure that if I weren't a kegal queen, I would've already.  Baby Durb loves my bladder.  And by loves, I mean he loves to Chuck Norris the sh** out of it.  Poor thing.  It must occasionally hide, because focus changes to my ribs for brief periods of time, but it always returns to my poor pee pee maker.