Oh, and around noon today a certain little lady must have engaged, because I suddenly have sciatic pain from my right butt-cheek, all down along my right leg.
The only upside of that is I get to walk around pretending I'm actually British and saying, "Ow, me bum!"
Now, I've read that when second/subsequent babies engage, it tends to mean labor is imminent or already happening. However, we all know those are averages and standards, and not necessarily applicable to every single situation.
Thus, I'm not hopping around on my good leg screaming "Yay yay yay! Full moon baby today!"
I'm hobbling around, shrugging and saying, "Yeah. So? She'll be here sometime soon. Tonight. A fortnight. Whatever."
It helps that I have the January issue of Elle, which I've been flipping through today, and Kate Morton's The Secret Keeper, which I'm about a third of the way through reading. I also knocked out a good two hours of time playing Pokemon Monopoly with Gavin, who kicked my aching arse quite thoroughly thanks to his aggressive PokeCenter and PokeMart (houses and hotels) development strategy.
Well, if you don't hear from me for a few days, you'll know why.
But, honestly, I don't think you'll be spared from my babbling any time soon.
Copyright (c) 2012 Wendy L. Callahan