Last Sunday, post-church, with P. My hopes for delivery were higher then.
Today is S's "due date." And here I sit, putting together budgeting info for May, contemplating getting ready for church, and wondering what will happen tomorrow to the nifty widget that so accurately keeps time on S's time in the womb. Will it show a big fat "-1" tomorrow? I'd be more curious if I wasn't so convinced--again, for the second or third time this week--that I'm actually going to be pregnant forever. This isn't a complaint but rather a statement of reality (c'mon, humor me a minute): everyone descending on Pipestone for S's baptism in a few weeks will just have to hang out and B-B-Q without him, because he's staying a bump. Despite my odd conviction, J and Mom/Gma E think that S has dropped in the last day: in M's words, "Before, you had a little shelf. Now you're more egg-shaped." Awesome. And maybe I'm nesting, too, since I actually got out of bed before 10am today (thanks, P, for the banshee-like shrieks to let us know you were awake. On the upside, he's awfully smiley today. Even more than normal. Maybe he knows something I don't. Or maybe he appreciates hearing God's word the way a little child does...)
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