Since my other kids and I were all born on a Tuesday, I thought maybe today would be the day. Oh well...another day down and closer to her arrival. I really am getting excited. I went to bed last night wondering if I would be woken up by her wanting to come. I did wake up, several times, but not with contractions. I got up to pee twice and then just woke up for whatever other reason the other 17 times. I'm sure my body is just preparing. I also cleaned like crazy yesterday in hopes that would trigger something. Maybe it helped dialate and the doc will surprise me at 10 tomorrow morning and send me down the hall to the hospital.
I think June 18th sounds like a great day to have a baby....Molly was born on the 18th...so was my grandma. We shall see.
Had tee-ball tonight. Max was off....he didn't bat or field a ball...Didn't want to....that is until the game was all over and all the ohter kids were gone from the field. Then he wanted to hit. So we hit a few and all was right with the world again....who knows? How to deal with by somewhat bi-polar child was left out of the manual.
A funny little story....when we were leaving the field there was an older boy, maybe 14-15, in the batting cage and Max stood by and watched while he drank his Gatorade. I went up to him after a minute or so and told him it that one day he would hit like that. He looked back at me and pointed to the boy. He said, "Look Momma, that boy isn't stepping when he hits. He is supposed to step when he bats". At least I know he listens to his daddy when he is teaching him about throwing and batting. I couldn't help but smile.
Off to pee again....
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