this is the day that your life will surely change.
In forty-five minutes, I report to the hospital to eventually meet my son today.
who knows where these things come from? they just appear.
Still pregnant. Have had crazy weekend of moving to a new house. Have taken cold showers for the past two nights because apparently when you set up a transfer of your service online, Vectren just doesn’t acknowledge it. See? Am also totally still bitchy.
Had a dream last night that the baby was here, he was about a year old, and he had a scar across his eyebrow like Luke Perry.
entering the arena of the unwell.
I am not a pleasant person right now. I have reached the stage of late pregnancy where I do not want to be talked to or about, touched, looked at, sit at my desk at work, cook, or even think. I just want to give birth.
At appointment with midwife today, discovered I am two centimetres dilated (which is better than zero) and a wee bit effaced. Not really even enough to put into a percentage.
After my appointment, I went to Dairy Queen for a Reese’s cup blizzard, which I then promptly ate and went home to take a nap. Eating and sleeping are the two things I don’t really mind doing right now.
