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......
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