Apparantly, my body likes being pregnant so much that it finds great joy in giving my 30 - 40 contractions a day. You would think that this many contractions would make my body have some type of progression. Nope. (warning: some may consider the following "too much information") I'm only dilated to a measly 1 1/2. And I'm still "thick." But I already knew that. I'm thick through the stomach, thick in the pregnancy face, thick in the toes, and most of all thick in the ankles. The good news is that the baby's head is lower. What this means is that when the baby moves his head you feel like he's playing peek-a-boo with your cervix. And that is not the charming, pain free, peek-a-boo you play with baby when he's about 3 months old. (My sisters-in-law have told me that I'm great for their birth control. I just don't get it. I guess they're trying to tell me that I don't look or sound like the "glowing" pregnant women you hear about. Which, I've decided is an urban myth anyway)
A couple of days ago I gave Madison a little peek at my belly. The look on her face was priceless!! She said that I have to give warning before I pop out my belly like that! Madison also stated that she's never getting pregnant! I guess I'm birth control for everyone! I could insert a photo here of my belly but I would hate to be responsible for all those broken monitors out there in internet land.
And this baby blanket had me laughing so hard. Look closely at this crib sleeper. Who?! What?! Why?! I want one. For each of my children.