Peter's Mom didn't sleep well last night (actually, I didn't either, but I'm not lugging around the next generation in my belly), and she also felt nauseated. She had neither vim nor vigor, nor even any pep. I don't remember who suggested it, but she stayed home this morning to see if she could recharge her batteries. Meanwhile, at work I had the attention span of a sugared-up mayfly. Eventually lunch time came and I raced home to check on her. She was still pretty tired. So I tell her to stay home the rest of the afternoon since she wouldn't really be all that with-it in her condition. Fortunately she didn't put up much resistance to the idea, but she did say that she needed to be productive and clean up some more. "No. Rest. You need all the energy you can muster when you go into labor." I come home to find that she did rest, and then she made rice krispy treats. I won’t complain. At least it wasn’t cleaning. She does feel better, thankfully.
She hasn't had any tell-tale signs of labor yet, but I did notice that her belly was sloped differently than previously yesterday afternoon. The top of the bulge of her belly had been almost parallel to the ground before, and now there's a gentle decline. She was always carrying high before, so I don’t know if Peter will drop any further that I can tell. He could be in exit position, or maybe not. This is my first time, so what do I know?
Now, will we be able to sleep tonight? Hmmm…
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
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