We're coming down to the wire! Your Papa loves to sit and watch my tummy roil and squish around as you move in the evenings. He swears that you're starting to move "down into the birth canal" and that "you'll come two weeks early."
Both statements I am alternately amused and horrified by. The docs will tell us next week when you're coming (if by artificial methods) or how you'll come, which is also a bit...nerve wracking.
Darling child, I have but one request. ONE REQUEST. Please, please do not squish upwards and push all the heartburn into my throat and mouth. It is perhaps the grossest, most painful, most humiliating thing I've ever gone through. Is it not enough that I'm up four and five times a night? Sometimes even eating a full meal during that period? But nooOOOOOo. I must admit. Please. Let. Me. Sleep. One. Night. Through. Just one! Or maybe two!
Lots and lots of delivery dates going around right now, little Loki. I'm anxious to realize some of them more than others. :-)
But you are great - braw and bonny and I can't wait to see you. And now we're REALLY getting down to the wire! It's all but time!
And your baby furniture isn't here yet ... *chews nails*