Mind In The Gut

It's not been a normal week. Ever since Wednesday at least, it's been tense. The myth is that first timers usually go late, but in our minds, this puppy could blow at any moment. Laura had a checkup and found out the baby is at -2, and for those of us, including ourselves, that aren't totally clear on what that means, it best described as levels of descent. As so...



Also, the baby is head down, as she's supposed to be, but she's facing slightly off. Andrea, our midwife, said when she's straightened out we'll know because Laura's belly button will pop out. Sure enough, the next morning, there it was. It's these signs that's giving us, or at least me, such anxiety. Laura has been fine, sitting at home, maternity leaving and staying in bed til noon. I thought pregnant women were supposed to have trouble sleeping. I think she's having trouble finding things to do. The house has never been cleaner and I think she's begun washing clothes that are already clean. Right now there's a faint aroma of something cooking in the kitchen, even tho we just ate dinner. She's been spending a lot of time hanging out with these kittens, getting attached. We'll probably keep a couple. But they're all getting outside. They'll be happier. We'll all be happier.



I think whatever was going on in the kitchen has taken a turn for the worst.