I had a few restless nights this week, which fatigued me so much that when I had an actual real Braxton-Hicks contraction on Friday, it scared the bejeebers out of me. And made me realize the HOSPITAL BAG IS NOT PACKED!! And I'M GOING INTO LABOR!! RIGHT NOW!! So I wore myself out even more and probably tried Mr Lemon's patience a little by making him drive me all over town gathering the things on my list.
(I didn't go into labor, by the way.)
(I'm laughing at myself now, but at least my bag is packed. Now I can obsess over it for the next 3 weeks and repack it eleventy billion times.)
Yesterday was my last day at work, and I showed up an hour late, waited for my appointment that didn't show, and left an hour early. I'm such a picture of employer satisfaction, you know.
I bought a cutsey pair of red flats for $11.97, and while they fit me when I tried them on, walking is a whole 'nother story. Glad I discovered this while walking around my bedroom rather than walking around Target. I will have to wait until my feet aren't swollen anymore to wear them.
While I am so so anxious to see this little guy, I'm requesting that he wait until at least after Easter Sunday. I can't imagine not going to church on Easter Sunday, and my Pastor can't imagine not having any music on Easter Sunday. That is my last service to play, though, he has lined up a wonderful couple to drive in to help us out for the last week before the baby is due, and a month for me to recover. Bless him for that!
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