Halfway through week 38, which is pretty much like week 37 only with more random discomfort.
- The bag, she is packed! I'm still missing a few vitals: numbing spray (gah!), nipple shields (gah!), stool softeners (gah!) but the big ticket items are there. If there's anything you mama's found indispensable, let me know.
- I've gone a little Martha recently with the cleaning and organizing. Last night I spent a good hour organizing - wait for it - the tool chest. I blame the writer's strike. There's only so much "Bringing Home Baby" a girl can watch.
- Nightmares. Crazy, horror-freakshow nightmares. Really, do I need more trouble sleeping?
- I've been hitting the prenatal yoga classes and enjoying the hell out of them. ("Stretch to the left and... relax. Rotate your ankles and... relax." What's not to love?) We were talking about the stuff people have said to us throughout our pregnancies - we've all had something - but one poor woman took the cake. A co-worker actually came up to her and said, "You're pregnant, right? I can tell by the size of your ass."
OH. MY. GOD.