Awake a lot last night with hard contractions. They aren't consistent though, so I know we still have some time. I have moments of feeling like I truly could be pregnant forever and not mind a bit, then a couple of hours of contractions will set in and I realise he. must. come. out. or something bad is going to happen to someone. :-D The contractions don't hurt, bless the Lord. They just require pauses in whatever I'm doing and concentration to get through. There have been a few that are "down low" and those feel like a tampon is jammed up in me the wrong way (excuse my bluntness...hormones...). Unpleasant.
I've taken to pointing at children and saying (in varying degrees of loudness) "born!" whenever I'm out. It gives me hope to see other people who have actually birthed their children. I've also been looking at Sky's clothes, bed, diapers, etc. to remind myself that we didn't just fill up our house with baby boy things for no reason. Soon a living, breathing soul will fill this space that Sonny and I have called our own. Such encouragements are necessary when sitting at home resisting the urge to organise the closet AGAIN or bake more muffins for the freezer--which is completely full at this point.
Sonny suggested I start watching a series of something to keep me occupied. I've never seen the Star Wars movies so he thought that would be a good place to start (since "Sky is sure to be interested in them in the future," he told me last night). We decided (who am I kidding? He decided) it would be good to watch them not in the way they were made but in chronological order. So I'm through episode 1, and now beginning 2. It keeps my mind on something while I continue to sew things I don't need and find ways to repurpose old jeans and t-shirts and scraps of fabric. <>
My intense ice fetish continues. Crunching now as I write. So satisfying. Now I'm off to go on one of my many walks that fill my day.
May the force be with you.
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