Tuesday, October 12, 2010

ongoing


Tomorrow will be 35 weeks. I'm still pregnant. Apparently this is a good thing.

Tell that to my back and my abdominal muscles and our bed which is creaking under my weight. And to me who is tired and in pain and really pissed off at only sleeping in 20 minute bursts because my muscles ache so damn much.


We've been playing this really fun game called Do You Think That Means the Babies Are Coming? It goes like this:



"My tummy's gone really tight, do you think that means the babies are coming?"

"I only slept for 3 hours last night, do you think that means the babies are coming?"

"I've got the runs, do you think that means the babies are coming?"


Repeat ad nauseam throughout the day.


It's kind of a one sided game. N thinks it's silly and that I'll 'probably know' when I'm having the babies. Apparently it's not the sort of thing that one usually misses. Also, he says they can't come yet because the house is NOT READY. Well, I'm glad that's sorted then.



* photos by N