Yellow Flag

If pregnancy were football, my baby would have received a yellow flag for a false start penalty today. It's not her first. Thursday, we really thought we might be headed to L&D sometime that night. Frequent contractions that just wouldn't stop all day (through the night and into Friday morning before subsiding) until, of course, I called the nurse to find out exactly what I was looking for before heading to the hospital. Almost nothing until this morning when, at church, I told everyone I hadn't had too many contractions in a few days and the ones I had weren't painful. Of course, then I get these super frequent and decently painful contractions that went on for almost two hours only to decrease in intensity and spread out. Lucky enough, I don't feel like I'm almost 38 weeks pregnant so, while it's frustrating each time to wonder and hope that she's on her way, it doesn't feel like it's quite time for her to come yet. It still hasn't fully sank in that I'm pregnant and I still get shocked each time I see my side profile in a mirror. I still try to do things that I'm physically incapable of doing because I forget that I'm incapable of doing those things. I wonder if she'll feel like my baby when I hold her the first time or if it will feel like I'm supposed to hand her back to her real mom at any minute? All I know is, at this time, it feels like she'll be late because it doesn't feel like it's time for her to get here. And, oddly enough, I'm currently okay with that.

Maybe part of it has to do with being so busy. We're about a day away from being completely finished taking trash and items out of the apartment and being ready to start cleaning (most of which Luke will probably end up having to do). I've had a few projects to take care of, between cooking up meals to freeze for those nights when I don't feel like seeing a neighbor/friend but also don't feel like cooking or calling in for take-out/delivery, baby blankets for friends (everyone is pregnant! Don't drink the water if you don't want to get knocked up!), baby proofing the house and getting the pups used to the baby furniture/gear. Baby blanket pictures to come but the people receiving them have to see them first!

That being said, I'm off the read that last two chapters of my new and ridiculously immature and silly book, Generation Dead (ZOMBIES!), before working on the newborn photo prop blanket for my amazingly talented photographer friend.