Who the hell knows

sometimes it's hard to title these damn things. i have no brain any more. just tummy.

met the last of the doctors in the obgyn practice today. i'm happy to report i like all of them. parker's heart is still beating a very healthy 140 to 150 beats per minute. the doctor said that in 4 days, I'll be considered "full term" at 37 weeks and now it's just a matter of time. that sure made it sound real. he said now all that's left is waiting for me to pop; i felt like he was describing a geyser or old faithful or something.

i keep on thinking that i am fully functional these days, but i really have to admit that i can't handle more than 3 hours of activity a day. i tried to go to the doctor and run 3 small errands before teaching today and ended up on a street corner in tears because the restaurant i wanted to eat at before going home was closed and i couldn't figure out what to do. i don't know how lance can take it. all i ever want to do is curl up in the fetal position in the middle of the sidewalk and sleep because i don't want to walk any more. oy vey. time to cut out ANY activity i possibly can, not that there are that many left anyway.

the waterproof mattress cover arrived today, so i told parker that she doesn't need to wait to break my water anymore; the mattress will survive. i think that's mainly what my body was been waiting for- a mattress protector. we'll see if it works!

now i really do need to pack that damn bag for the hospital and put it in the car. better safe than sorry.

xoxo