We've had a rough couple of days with Clare and I both suffering from colds, and me suffering from Clare NOT NAPPING. I love her, but if that trend had continued I would be booking her passage to Siberia. I am happy to report, however, that she seems to be back to her regularly scheduled programming. (Knock on all the wood in the universe. Even that in a galaxy far far away.)
I was convinced that the baby was going to be born today. I felt weird and crampy all day yesterday, and could not sleep last night. (Partly because Baby was performing a gymnastics routine for about an hour. I think it stuck multiple landings.) I had contractions every 15 minutes for about an hour, and then fell asleep on the couch while watching Gavin and Stacey on Netflix. When I woke up, the contractions had stopped.
I had an appointment with my midwife today. Not much is happening. Everything is fine with the baby, though, so I guess that is what matters. I have been such a klutz lately, too. I drop everything, which is extra annoying because with my enormous belly, picking whatever I dropped up can be a challenge.
I have been feeling GUILTY, because when don't I, that I have been letting Clare watch too much TV and too many videos on You Tube. I am just not up for doing much. Ben has been a champ with helping around the house, but that makes me feel guilty too, because he works all day and I am at home. I have officially decided, though, that being 39 weeks pregnant is a valid excuse not to do ANYTHING. Okay, I am done with the guilt.
We still haven't decided what to name the baby. I think we are set on two girl names, but we don't agree on the boy names. I hope I have some inspiration soon, or the baby might be known as Baby Boy Exley for some time. Or maybe it will be a girl, and we'll be all set.