I’m totally anxious and I think it’s because I haven’t worked since last Wednesday. Tomorrow I work. Tomorrow. Not now. Chill out, me. When I don’t have work to do, I spend time agonizing over whether the baby’s head is still down and obsessing over which items I will still need for the birth and beyond.
We are 1 month and 1 day from my due date. This is crazy pants. I still don’t believe there is a person in there. Not usually, anyway.
I still have high, not-to-be-dashed-by-you-in-comments hopes that he will come a little early. More than insurance and everything else, I want his daddy to know him before it’s off to terminal studio and the busiest year of architecture school yet. Let’s encourage this. Good vibes. And good ideas, please. I’m eating pineapple like a mothereffing Polynesian. My raspberry leaf tea is on its way. I’m walking and squatting and yoga-ing. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know he won’t come unless he’s ready. I’m inviting him anyway. Did you find anything helpful in that regard?