So the race is on.
Baby has dropped, and I am now experiencing that exquisitely odd sensation of feeling his head against my bladder, and his shoulders bumping up against my hip bones. Aaron and I watch his nightly rolls, and he cannot imagine what it must feel like. I am at a bit of a loss for words myself, other than the obvious. This is a part of the pregnancy I will miss - Peanuts' barrel-rolls and random elbows sticking out of my belly, rendering me a good cast choice for Alien.
When do you think he's going to put in an appearance?
The books suggest that after the head engages, it means the onset of labour. Clearly, we are not in that percentage, as I am still sitting here writing.
Aaron thinks we aren't going to make it past Mothers' Day.
I'm more inclined to think he's going to come on the long weekend, probably on a Sunday or on the holiday Monday, just because that's when these things seem to happen.
In the meantime I am vaccuming, cleaning and stocking the fridge as if getting ready for a major power outage or snowstorm.
Anyone care to place a bet on the date?
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