Tuesday, October 4, 2011
No, I Am Not in Labor Yet
But I am busy:
Busy taking hikes through the woods with my family. There were boulders and ravines and streams and ledges and trails and rock stairways...but that didn't induce anything. At least it was a gorgeous field trip, and maybe -- if I get around to it -- I'll show you some of the pictures. (By the way, 'if I get around to it' technically means that I'll show the pictures if I fail to go into labor soon, begin to go crazy, and therefore need to distract myself.)
Busy baking pumpkin-tinged things that, so far, have been less-than satisfactory. Do you have a really good pumpkin bread or pumpkin cookie recipe? Something spicy and moist? That I can bake if I get around to it?
Busy filling a bucket with acorns for Lauren's preschool class to use for some sort of fall project. Our yard is covered in the things, and they require much squatting and bending in order to be gathered by moi. Justin made me stop when I got tired of squatting and resorted to crawling along the grass. He was worried I'd scare the neighbors, I guess.
Busy waking in the middle of the night with false labor. It's happened three times now and...I'm so confused. Have you ever had false labor? (I haven't.) Or is this just, technically, pre-labor? It hurts, but not bad, and it fizzles out right about the time I convince myself that we're finally ready to meet our son.
Busy fielding wary looks from acquaintances because when they ask haven't you had that baby yet? my left eye goes all squinty from the effort of trying to smile and laugh it away effortlessly. I remind them that I'm not actually due until Thursday. I've looked due for a few months now, so I understand their confusion. I try to be nice.
Busy griping to my husband about how I don't feel like being nice anymore.
Busy reminding myself that everything will happen when it's supposed to, and I need to calm down and enjoy these last few days with my daughters who will no longer be my only children.
Busy crying because Lauren is about to not be the baby anymore.
And busy going to bed early, convinced that tonight will be the night.
Or maybe today.