Tomorrow's my birthday!

At least I think it is.

My dad says anybody that wants to meet me or visit us should call, e-mail, or text message him...things will probably be sort of busy for a while, but I'm looking forward to meeting everybody!

3 days past due

I keep hearing people talk about how I'm "due" -- WTF does that mean? I'll take my own sweet time, thanks. Right now it's still reasonably comfy in here, so I see no need to leave. Plus, mom seems all anxious about whether I'll be born on Tuesday December 25, but I could care less. What's "Christmas," anyway? Whatever it is, it's clearly less important than the occasion of my emergence.

In fact, maybe they should rename it "Emergence Day." Wait, is that what a birthday is? I've never had one.

I've still got enough room in here to lie on my right or on my left side, and I switch back and forth depending on what's going on. My head's still the lowest part of me -- and I keep sinking lower. The belly is really down by the hips now, almost.

Hips are bumpy. Bump, bump, bump.

Mom's sleeping sitting upright now; I guess I still take up a fair amount of room where her stomach used to be. And I make her get up a few times a night, either because I'm uncomfortable or because I've found her bladder and am punching it again.

Mmm, and right now she's drinking a glass of red wine. Making...me...sleepy......

Coming soon to a hospital near you

We three are holding up really well. Feeling pretty ready to meet my parents and greet the outside world. Last report: Doc says I am still making progress, my head is really low and mom's dilated 1.5cm and 60-70% effaced, which is great. Especially since I haven't felt any of those hugging "contractions" in almost two weeks now.

It's awesome that mom doesn't have to haul herself back and forth to work anymore, though. Maternity leave is the best invention ever. I particularly like it when she bounces on the yoga ball. Wheee!

It's getting interesting in here

Mom keeps hugging me.
What I mean by that is that from time to time over the last few days, my world gets very...cramped, and tight. It's interesting, and I don't think it's very comfortable for mom. But after she lets go and I have room to move again, I love bonking around and doing a little "yay, I'm free!" dance.

At this stage I should weigh almost 7 pounds, and be putting on a nice insulating layer of baby fat. I think I'm almost ready to be born...so I'm trying to conserve my strength. Wish me luck.