First off, I’m still pregnant. For those of you keeping score at home, my due date was yesterday. The little miss is certainly going to be fashionably late.
Yesterday I climbed 25 flights of stairs. Not sure if that’s really going to do anything to usher baby to the outside world, but it is a really good sweat when you only want to do things for 10 minutes at a time. It’s been my go-to lately for when I feel like I need to move, particularly when I’m getting those fake contractions and the only thing that provides relief is moving around for a bit.
I’m doing my best to stay upbeat about now being overdue. Since Squish was almost 3 weeks early, we were 100% convinced that Baby v2.0 would be early, too. How the gods laugh at the plans of man. But, there are some perks. Despite my massiveness, I’ve been getting really good sleep lately. And as a precautionary measure, we sent Squish off to stay with some friends for the week, in case I go into labor in the middle of the night and we can’t scramble to find someone to watch him while we go to the hospital, so I’m kid-free for the time being. And I’ve been working from home, so I gain back the 3 hours of daily commuting. Basically, I have all this free time on my hands now to sit and ponder what I can do to make baby arrive and not have all this free time anymore. Not sure if this is First World Problems or your garden-variety of irony.
Anyway, the perks of working from home include home-cooked breakfast, usually bacon and eggs.
Mmm, bacon. With a view.
Rain and fog have apparently returned to SF! Normally I was digging the warmer weather, but since I’m carrying around my own personal space heater these days and our apartment faces South, I was miserably hot all the time. Our big windows acted like a greenhouse and as soon as the sun hit them in the morning it would just cook, even if we drew all the blinds. That for sure is a First World Problem right there. “Boo, my 30-some story apartment with amazing views gets too hot when the weather is nice. FML.” So I’m pretty pleased with the fog and dreariness at this moment. Ask me again in two months, and I’ll be whining that isn’t California supposed to be warm and sunny? If I’m not too sleep-deprived from baby to realize what the weather is like.
That’s it for me. Go make it a great day!