A Baby Story makes me cry, without fail, when the fathers are emotional. That’s about the only part that’s guaranteed to make me bawl my eyes out. If Clive shows any kind of emotion when our baby is born, I’ll be done for (though, I imagine I’ll be crying anyway).
I feel really fortunate that I’m still as mobile and active as I have been this far into my pregnancy. Yesterday I walked downtown, which was a pretty long trek and it felt great. Today I’m going to paint our bedroom and then probably take a nap.
Our first ultrasound dated the fetus at six days older than what I’d calculated, and even though I haven’t been following that date, I realized last night that it’s only two days away! I’d prefer to keep our original due date, because my hospital bag still isn’t packed and our car seat stumped us, big time, this morning. We have no idea how to install it.






