fully baked
Last Saturday we hit the 37 week mark. Apparently that means the kid is full-term. Which I don’t quite get – if that’s full term, then why doesn’t he just come out already? Shouldn’t full-term mean the day he is set loose? Regardless, he is apparently fully-cooked now and just hanging out in the warming oven until it’s time to be served.
The counting in days thing is freaky – I have to be sure to correct myself – when I read 17 days – I make sure to change that to “over two weeks, and really, probably more like three” in my head (shit, I just had to change that line – somehow my math has been off – I just typed that as “over three weeks, and really, probably more like four” – I am in some serious denial). Because as much as I DON’T WANT TO BE PREGNANT ANYMORE, having a screaming alien in our house sounds like a hassle. A beautifully awesome, miracle of life, hassle.
Listening: Regina Spektor
hang in there texan trooper;) Been there, a miracle on the other side:)
thanks Tina!