Yes, Mom. I’m really pregnant. Either that, or this growth inside of me kicks and hiccups.
Last night, I went to watch hubby and brother-in-law run a 5K, and I sat on a high-jump mat Indian-style for about 30 minutes with sister-in-law and our niece and nephew.Â
Hello, foot? Meet mouth.
My niece said that she saw a woman have a baby cut out of her stomach (on tv. I’m pretty sure her parents don’t take her to delivery rooms for fun), and then I smoothly proceeded to tell her that I hope I don’t have to have a C-section because I want the baby to come out where it’s supposed to.
Pause.
“Well, where are babies SUPPOSED to come out?”
Yeah, I volleyed that one right on over to her mother. Sorry, Katie!
Anyway, by the time we left, I was having some pretty strong contractions. Perhaps because we had to walk what seemed like 5 miles to the track and back to the car. Unfortunately, it is humanly impossible for my husband to walk the same pace as me. No, really. He tries, and I love him for it, but he simply cannot walk that slow without falling over. He ends up walking 10 feet in front of me, which makes me feel like we’re in Saudi Arabia and I should be wearing an Abaya. Or maybe he is just ashamed of me and my Fred Flintstone toes.
But I digress. These contractions were definitely stronger than menstrual cramps, but I could still talk through them just fine. Unfortunately, they only lasted about an hour.
This morning, I woke up and noticed a significant belly drop, but aside from a few mild contractions here and there, it’s been very quiet today. So quiet that we all piled up in bed during the rain storm to nap for about an hour.
I rarely take naps, and I’m already looking forward to going back to bed. Ken said it’s my body resting to prepare for labor, because he just knows she’s going to come this weekend. I don’t feel that way at all – I definitely think I’ll make it to my due date. But the waiting is the hardest part. I’ve only had one week off of work, and I’m already going stir crazy.
Ken was going to get me a Mother’s Day present, but I didn’t want to jinx it, so I convinced him not to. But I realized later that I got gyped, because he’ll be getting a Father’s Day present.
I think I’ll just put a bow on Emma’s head.
