Root for me to fail. That only fans my flame. I mention bfing and everyone wants to talk about how hard it is. Been there, done that....I know it's hard. That's not gonna discourage me. It's gonna take a whole helluva lot more than that to get me down. I flourish in adversity. Some times I like to make up my own adversity just so I can kick it's imaginary ass. Ok, that was me kinda making fun of myself but you get the jist.
Oh, real news. Ezra is head down. Big and giant. I can tell cuz my belly is huge and his movements have went from sharp kicks and punches to alien-like wiggling, haha. And it's a weird sensation. The braxton hicks have increased as of late which makes me excited. My body is preparing. 35 weeks in 2 days. I'm beginning to panic for real. I've never been a procrastinator with my babies but that's kinda happening. Foy is off tomorrow and hopefully we get lots done. And the next day is 'make final purchases online' day and if I have time then to Walmart to buy the sheets and towels I need for these birthing bags that the midwife wants me to have ready. Also tomorrow is my breastfeeding class and the next day we will have a final 3D u/s. We have some ok pics but this time they are suppose to be the best. It's getting close. Would it be....flashy? of me to take a video and post it to announce when my labor starts? You know what else, I would LOVE to have someone photograph my labor/delivery (no bloody gore or v jay jay shots!) but I don't know anyone well enough and at the same time not well enough, you know...but how bad do I want this? Is it time to be squeamish?
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