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Aggravated. Possibly nesting.

The last two days have been full of Braxton-Hicks contractions. More than normal for me which is saying something as normal for me is all the live long day. The last two days, they've been almost organized in their timing. They have gone from uncomfortable to painful. Last night they woke me up twice. The pain made me suck in my breath as it caught me off guard, mid-dream.

This morning I vacuumed and mopped the downstairs and oiled the kitchen island. 'Course, then I went and spilled orange juice all over the coffee table and rug. This has prompted me to decide, finally, that we're no longer bringing food into the living room. I am one step away from covering all the furniture with plastic, except not at all. I'm just sick to death of the food and spills all over the living room and aggravated that the biggest spills seem to be my doing and not Matilda's. The fact that moving Matilda and her juice into the dining room only meant that then she spilled juice, this time all over the table and my laptop, made me grit my teeth.

A lot of things have been making my grit my teeth the last few days. Juice boxes that squirt juice when picked up by small hands. My fat hands that fumble and drop everything I try to grasp. I have anger towards my maternity clothes as none of them cover my belly. The pants, all of them, every last pair, roll down when I have a contraction. The shirts stop three inches past my belly button. My stomach marches on. It's too cold to go out. Our cat drags kitty litter into our bed. Won't stop howling. My laptop battery lasts all of 15 minutes if it's not plugged in. I've been losing my mucus plug for over a week now. The woman reading books during storytime at the library yesterday was the personification of nails on a chalkboard. The grandmother sitting next to me asked when my son was due. "But you're carrying all in front! That has to be a boy!" Yes. Actually. It's not. "Well. When are you due?" "Any minute." *gritting off the enamal*

The contractions, they march on. I'm oddly less annoyed with them than any of the above as they seem to be gearing up to a point. However, if I'm still here in a week, I'm going to feel very different towards them.

Comments (2)

Every day I have to check in to see if you're still at home typing.

My wish for you is that you have that baby tonight. I'm telling you - try the eggplant parm. It did it for me.

Check this out.

http://www.wchstv.com/gmarecipes/eggplantparmigian.shtml

Oh snap. That is funny. Too bad I'm far too lazy and afraid of the cold to go out and buy the three eggplants that recipe requires.

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