Ramblings

1. Apparently, strong Braxton Hicks = the little guy dropping even more. Yesterday, I had strong, fairly painful false contractions all day long. The last time I had a day like that was the day he dropped for the first time. Sure enough, gradually over the course of the day, I became more and more uncomfortable until he was so low that it felt like he was going to fall out of me at any moment. Ah, if only it were that easy! When I got home, I showed Mike, and he agreed that I was carrying a very low Rhino. And a co-worker confirmed it today when I walked in her office and she let out a "Whoa!! He's even lower today! Oh my god!"

2. Carrying a baby lower has its pluses and minuses. It's easier to breath, which is really nice. That's a very big positive. But it's an interesting sensation when you're walking. I feel like I need to hold my stomach up to keep him from falling out (although, like I said, I'm not opposed to that happening). It's also a little harder to get comfortable when sitting. I can just barely cross my legs. I almost always sit with my legs crossed, so I spend all day crossing them, thinking "wow, that's not comfortable," uncrossing them, and then a few minutes later, crossing them again out of habit. Vicious cycle.

3. I won't even tell you how many times I got up to pee last night. I think I was in the bathroom more than I was in bed. Mike finally asked me around 4 a.m. if everything was ok. I am SO well-trained for all those mid-night feedings!

4. I am still wearing (low) heels and wedges to work on most days that I know I won't have to do a lot of walking. And you know what? I walk completely normally in them. When I wear flats and flip flops, however, I am a waddling fool. My midwife confirmed that since I wore heels so regularly pre-pregnancy, my body has a stronger natural balance with them on. How 'bout that? She said since I am steadier on heels, they're perfectly safe for me to be wearing.

5. This morning as I was leaving for work, Mike smiled and said, "We're one day closer to the birth!" That made me pause for a second, as I thought, "But we don't know when that is..." But then I realized he's right! No matter when it is, we ARE one day closer. For some reason, that gave me a huge mental and emotional boost. I will now be repeating this to myself every morning until we're a family of three.