I think there is this week-to-two-week period where you bounce back and forth between “I SO CANNOT WAIT TO HAVE THIS CHILD” and “OHGOD, THIS IS REALLY GOING TO HURT, ISN’T IT”. I’m there.
Walking around in Target last night, post-Red Robin gorging, I started having some contractions. At first, they were the typical tightening feeling. But by the end of the trip, they were hurting. Not consistent in time or strength, but painful.
I slept like crap. Woke up a LOT, feeling the need to move. So I walked around a bunch. (Freaked the animals out.. why is that human awake right now?) This morning, my groin is SORE. I thought that was odd, but now I wonder.. did I have contractions all night?
I visit the doc tomorrow for a checkup, but it was enough to make me pause and wonder.
My husband bought me a new robe for the hospital. It’s very fuzzy and bright pink and I lurve it. He also bought himself some pajama pants. They are gaudy and horrific and he lurves them. We will be styling.
We also came to realize that the nice lady who has shot The Boy’s sports portraits for the last few years is, indeed, a real photographer. And she does GREAT infant stuff. And her prices are incredibly reasonable. Check her out here.
I was totally against newborn portraits, because I think newborns are inheritantly ugly. (They just are! They look like E.T.) But then I realized that Tony will have PERFECT timing to be hung in a stocking, or decked in Christmas lights, or so many variations on my favorite holiday.. I don’t know that I can resist all of that temptation.
And that’s your Monday morning edition of blather from me.
