Baby Girl is still enjoying Mama’s warm, cozy, and tight womb. Lots of BH contractions. Lots of pelvic and lower back pain. Lots of moaning and whinning and half-lying positions. If she doesn’t come by tomorrow morning, I’m going shopping for the whole day. And WALK. For hours. (it worked last time when I walked 4 hours straight the day before. He arrived that next evening, 2 weeks early!)
Next appointment is on Tuesday, the 6th. Hopefully I won’t need it.
Remember that patio door? The one that’s “completed”? It’s leaking. It rained for nearly 24 hours here yesterday, on and off, with huge downpours accompanied by house-shaken thunders and lightning. Gathered all the towels I could find, and mop the floor numerous times. Ended up with more than 2 big buckets full of rain water. From the kitchen floor. It seems like it’s a combination of clogged gutters, and a badly installed patio door with gaping holes somewhere that cannot be seen. Before they tore out our gigantic windows, we had one (or two) similar huge downpours the Friday before last and we had NO LEAKS. Stress. Worry. Making appointments. More spending. More cleaning. Just what we need prior to delivering a baby.