Well, I seem to still have something of a sense of humor, at least. :)
When I was getting dressed this morning, I put on the gray shorts that
are the only shorts I can get into at this point, and then a gray
shirt. I took a look at myself in the mirror, then turned to Dan and
said, "Elephant day!"
I had to go in for a non-stress test this morning. This time, it went
quicker than it had a week ago; everyone was reasonably cooperative this
time, unlike last time, where my unborn son would *not* stay still
enough for the heartbeat detector trained on him to consistently pick up
much of anything for the first hour or so of trying. I had it at the
hospital, in the same area as labor and delivery; as Dan and I were
heading into that section, we passed a window with a good number of
newborns behind it, and Dan was reminded of just how small these little
ones would be once they were born. (On our way out, there weren't any
babies in there, so I figured they must be with their mommies, which is
a good place to be.)
I'm a little more optimistic about actually going into labor before next
Friday than I was on Tuesday. The presenting baby has dropped a bit
more, and I'm feeling more pressure on my cervix, and I'm hoping that
that helps start things in the next few days.
Dan is taking off a *big* chunk of time. The original plan was that
he'd stop work when I went into labor, but he'll be making this his last
day, regardless of whether or not I go into labor before Monday
morning. He's hoping I don't go into labor until the middle of next
week, but he's not the one who has to live with the current discomfort
-- he's just the one who will have diaper duty at 2AM for awhile once
they're born. :) (For the first couple of weeks, at least, my
responsibilities are making sure that babies are well-fed, and hence
that I myself am well-fed and reasonably watered; other people will help
provide me with the food I need, do the shopping, change the diapers.)
I'm looking forward to have enough of a lap for Sammy to climb into
again. I'm also looking forward to my body being recovered enough that
I can be the one to give him his bath -- I've missed that, and I think
Dan is getting a little tired of doing it all by himself. (Since
getting up the stairs got to be such a chore that I only want to do it
once a day, I even relinquished the "towel monster"
responsibilities....)
So, I made it to 37 weeks, and the babies seem to be quite healthy,
which is what we wanted. Now, to just get them *out*....
Julia
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