today is not the day
I didn't go into labor today. The cramps I've had all week became worrisome so MM insisted I come in to make sure all was fine. I did and it was, though I learned that I am already barely dilating and softening in preparation for labor. This is exciting. "In two months you'll be absolutely ready to go," MM said.
We are at the beginning of the end of pregnancy. Soon there will be...
Tonight Ez, Sara and I made mobiles with Gio and Peter. I made a quiche for dinner and it was gross. Apparently I'm no longer a cook. Gio and I made a gorgeous and mathematically harmonious mobile and as we were carefully checking all measurements to get the math just right, Ez joked "now watch this baby come out retarded and unable to appreciate any of this." He's joking, I know, but he hit on one of my big fears. I'm not comfy unless I'm worrying about something, I suppose.
As of today I'm almost 31 weeks, he's kicking constantly, I weigh 13 lbs more than pre-pregnancy, I feel huge, I'm excited, and it all still feels unreal. The real ride is just getting started though, eh?
We are at the beginning of the end of pregnancy. Soon there will be...
Tonight Ez, Sara and I made mobiles with Gio and Peter. I made a quiche for dinner and it was gross. Apparently I'm no longer a cook. Gio and I made a gorgeous and mathematically harmonious mobile and as we were carefully checking all measurements to get the math just right, Ez joked "now watch this baby come out retarded and unable to appreciate any of this." He's joking, I know, but he hit on one of my big fears. I'm not comfy unless I'm worrying about something, I suppose.
As of today I'm almost 31 weeks, he's kicking constantly, I weigh 13 lbs more than pre-pregnancy, I feel huge, I'm excited, and it all still feels unreal. The real ride is just getting started though, eh?