Where we're at...

[Shannon]

Well as of yesterday we have two more weeks left until Caidy is said to be making her appearance. Already we/I have had contractions that sent me realing to the cieling thinking we should pack up and head off to the hospital. I'm glad I held back. It's been four days now and they are no closer together. Call it Braxton hicks/False Labor/Bullshit whatever... I'm miserable. Caidy is still moving about as if she has no idea her date is nearing and honestly what the hell does everyone mean about this "dropping" crap? She hasn't dropped anywhere. Specifically in my lap... Where is she going to drop too? I have about two inches below from where her head is until she's peaking out my hooha. Where's she gonna drop? Everyone looks at me and says "boy, she's still so high!". Really? Well unless I should be caring her around my knees I sho have no idea where lower would be. Nonetheless, she's sideways anyway this week. I turned her yesterday manually and she flipped right back with a few swift kicks, a thump, and perhaps a gnawl on my ovary. Felt like it anyway. She wasn't having it.

Oh, you know me though. I'm sitting here complaining but really I'm so excited that I can't sit still. All of you have looked into the face of your first born. Do you remember that building anticipation? It's like bugs under your skin. I've got to hold her and I've got to do it now.

Dreams...

I'm having horrid dreams. The other night I had a dream that I was a ho. No seriously. In the dream the father of my newly born was a foreignor. Imagine how Don took that story. Anyway, this darker complected guy was telling me he was taking the baby home to his house and I wouldn't ever see it again. Needless to say without all the melodrama, I beat the shit out of him. There was more but even if your laughing right now, I was pretty upset when I woke up. I felt violated. Who the hell was this dark stranger telling me he was taking my kid? The baby in the dream was a boy. My recently delivered Momma friends say that all new mothers worry they will lose their baby somehow. That it is just natural to think up crazy situations. Great, here I was bracing for hemmorhoids, now I need to plan for Prozac.