Who has enough energy to throw three temper tantrums before 5:35 a.m.? I’ll give you a hint: it isn’t me or Kevin. And the day pretty much went downhill from there. Highlights included the fat lip and broken looking nose you see here, due to Aviana kicking me and my dropping her on her face, a pee pond on the bathroom floor due to yet another tantrum, and a bout of diarrhea on the dining room floor due to no reason whatsoever. Not to mention my inability to move any faster than a constipated tortoise, and even then in great pain. Jealous aren’t you? I know you are. You wish you could be nine months pregnant with an incredibly strong-willed, yet needy toddler.
Speaking of nine months pregnant, the nurse at the midwife’s today totally freaked us out. She just calmly mentions after doing my stats (All wonderful, and I lost another pound –weird) that the midwife will want to do an internal exam because I’m overdue. WHAT?!! Yep, according to the ultrasound at 20 weeks, I was due yesterday. I lost a week without even knowing it. Fortunately, my midwife goes w/ the LMP (Last Menstrual Period) and the fact that we practice Natural Family Planning and pretty much know when we got pregnant. No internal for us. She would if we wanted, but what good would that do? I know I would be even more obsessed if I knew I was dialated or not after all this false labor.
Tomorrow we’re thinking of going to this awesome sounding farm day at a farm that specializes in ‘agritourism’ and ‘agritainment’, in addition to traditional farming, but if it still hurts this much to walk tomorrow, we’ll have to nix those plans and lie around.