Every Day
I really don't know what to expect from my body when I wake up in the morning now. Will I be greeted by unwelcome extra fluids, will someplace new hurt, will I actually feel okay for a while, will something new be swollen? I do feel decidedly more pregnant with every new day, it seems like the wee one grows a crapload every night, even though I'm hardly sleeping enough to give her a chance to do so.

The Brunswick spent the weekend moving around A LOT, including attempting to push my already very low riding shorts off multiple times. No matter how many times I anked Andrea to tell her daughter that I simply would not remove my pants for her comfort, the Brunswick continued her enthusiastic pushing against the restrictions of my clothes. That was new. I also had a goodly number of fake contractions, none at regular enough intervals to get excited about. I imagine that number will just continue to increase until The Big Day, whenever that will be.

Today (really, tomorrow, since I'm trying to stay up late in hopes of getting some good sleep by starting the adventure later) marks my first day on leave and given the variety of aches and pains I'm having, not to mention the sheer number of times a day I find myself heading to the bathroom, it couldn't come sooner. I have grand plans, to take myself to the movies, to exchange some baby items at the store, perhaps, to nap.

But who knows how I'll feel about doing all of that once I wake up tomorrow, just depends on how I'm feeling. At least now I don't have to pretend to work and feel that way at the same time.

I'd better sign off, the kid is trying to push off my pjs.