Oh, hi. Still here, big as a mansion. Very pregnant. I don’t know if I should continue the whole vegetable comparison thing, since she’s about the size of a full-grown labrador at this point. For consistency’s sake, she a leek this week. And that rhymes and makes me happy.
I am having contractions. This is good. They are very irregular. This is bad. Rob thinks that the baby has dropped. I tend to agree with him, because the t-shirt I’ve been sleeping in feels a little looser. It’s not a maternity shirt, so I feel like it’s a good barometer for belly size.
So we wait. And wait and wait. My big question (besides the obvious, “When in the world is it going to happen?”) is: how many baby hats can one person knit before it becomes obscene?