Am I a big loser for Instagramming all my pictures?? It's just that I'm totally and completely addicted to it. You might call me an Instagramaniac.
Yesterday I thought labor was beginning. It wasn't. Every morning when Martin wakes up he wakes me up to ask me if I'm in labor. I find this funny, since chances are if I go into labor in the middle of the night i'd be the one waking him up. And if I hadn't woken him up yet, then I'd be relishing my last bit of sleep and probably wouldn't want to be woken up. But he is so nice--the other day he said I was glowing. I know that the term "glowing" is only used on fat/swollen, sweaty pregnant women who exceed the weight capacity of most bridges, but I don't think HE knows that, so I'm certain he meant it as a genuine compliment! And it was better than this morning when he found that I had saved my old, broken phone case in the junk drawer and accused me of being a hoarder. Then he threw it away! He said we didn't need to be keeping broken things! When I asked what I'd do if my new case were to break (I don't think it can--it's made of rubber. But still...) he told me we'd "buy a new one." And he refused to retrieve the broken one from the trash! Ugh . The nerve.
Anyway, I'm still pregnant. And I'm pretty comfortable! I've come to terms with the fact that I will be pregnant forever and that I can go ahead and stop re-organizing the newborn clothes, and I am settling nicely into my role of The Eternally Pregnant Woman. That could be a super hero. Hm, what could her weapons and super powers be?...... Throwing up on people? Inflicting heartburn on others through her Hormonal Death Glare? That sounds good.
Last week I woke up wanting chocolate cake and vanilla chai so I walked 2 miles to get some. When I got to the coffee shop they were closed. Then it started raining. So I had to walk all the way home in the rain with no chocolate cake thinking that at least the long walk would give labor a jump-start. But it didn't. Still, I am proud that I can voluntarily walk 2 miles in my last month of pregnancy!
Today I have walked only half that far and now it's time for me to walk home again because I just got a text from Martin (aka "Dad Of The Year") saying he was feeding our kids string cheese, Cheerios and pizza for dinner. I guess he didn't [want to] see the big potful of healthful, homemade chicken soup that is in the fridge. Ha!
I hope my next post will be of babyish nature. The born kind.