I have most definitely reached that stage where I'm starting to internalise; cutting off the outside world in preparation for the transition of birth. Going about daily tasks with the slowness of a woman who can feel, day by day, a head nudging down into her pelvis.
Incredibly low iron levels have encouraged me to take it easy, spend a little more time preparing iron-rich foods and upping my herbal tonics. If my iron levels don't increase I may not be able to birth at the low-risk birthing centre I had intended to. Which is ok. I'm not attached to a certain place or time or date. My baby will be born when it wants to - wherever I am. I'm just ready to surrender to the journey, wherever it takes me. Trusting in the knowledge that all will be well in the end.
37 weeks. Not counting.