Mom and dad dropped by last night to pick up a few things I have for their house, and I have never seen my mom so happy. She skipped! It was a genuine movement, not forced, contrived, or awkward, and she reminded me of a carefree 7-year-old. Obviously, she is very excited to be a grandma.
One thing I can complain about this week is that I have caught a cold. I think it's funny, honestly. I usually get sick about twice a year, one time being a ferocious bout with bronchitis. However, I have been a pillar of good health throughout this pregnancy--not counting the morning sickness, obviously. And now that I am in the earliest stages of labor, I get a gnarly cold. The breathing airways kept me up all night, and when I did sleep I snored violently (according to Bo). I woke up drenched in sweat, then I again I awoke with fierce shivers. FUN! The gods are punishing me for my hubris. I was so proud of my lack of illness throughout my pregnancy that I actually bragged about my "super pregnant lady immunity." Lesson learned.
Note to Ezra: You're still moving as if nothing has changed. If you're feeling sick with me, I can't tell. Every time I say "ouch" because you've head-butted me, your dad thinks I'm going into labor and switches into crisis mode. He's very excited to meet you, baby... and soon!
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