This time next Tuesday I will have a baby. I have my last appointment today. I am thinking about taking the boys with me. They are sooo worried that I will die when having the baby. Malik was tossing and turning all night the other night. DeAndre' and I were watching a program the other day and the lady had "false labor." Great! Another thing to worry about. I had to explain that all to him. They will be so glad when we are all home on December 16th or 17th. I would like to say that they will be better after I have the baby, but I think they want me home, not in the hospital. Poor babies. I wish I could do something for them, but unfortunately, nothing is working. I told them to look at all the poeple walking the earth - all of them were born. I had the two of them with no complications.
Meanwhile, I am feeling overall like this all needs to be over ASAP! I am having all kinds of unregular contractions. Different kinds of pain. I am sooooo done!
I got comments yesterday from people who noticed I was pregnant (I am TINY!). They were all "are you pregnant?" Yes. "When are you due?" I am delivering a week from today. "WHAT?!?!" It was Malik's end-of-season soccer party. These ladies have "known" me for a few years. I don't think I have heard anything from strangers, yet. Maybe one or two.
I haven't had a chance to finish off that baby sweater. I can't take it with me anywhere, so I can only work on it at home. We have nowhere to go tonight, and I might even get home early, so maybe I can finish it off today.