I've learned much about my uterus in the past few weeks.
Unfortunately, so have you. Poor reader.
Its best if I don't talk about, think about, talk to, wink at, or grumble towards or about my uterus. Men, you think you're wives are touchy? Hang out with my uterus and we'll see just how touchy they are.
So be very quiet. It might hear you, and I may go into actual labor.
And I'm learning that there is such a thing as "optimistic to a fault". Or, "speaking too soon". Or, "where's the wood I should be knocking on?" after every person questioning "How are you feeling?"
I am not a superstitious woman, but I'm afraid the following words/sentences are now sticken from my vocabulary for the duration of gestation: "I'm fine. Doing great. Haven't had a contraction in awhile."
My mother-in-law, bless her blue colored soul, said "I wish I was on bedrest, having someone wait on me hand and foot." Sometimes I'm so grateful you can't hurt someone via Facebook Chat.
But I have the most amazing women in my life. I haven't gone a day without a visitor and treats. Seeing as how I have had limited to no appetite (constant pain is funny that way) my starving children and snacky husband have really appreciated this. And I've appreciated all the people who come and sit on my couch or stand in my doorway and remind me there is an outside world with people I used to know...I'm being a little dramatic, yes? Yes.
Moving on. Thank you Jesse, Karen, Laura, Caileen, Muy (and subsequently, Adam) and my entire step-family for being so caring and kind. For being concerned for my well being. For asking how I'm doing. For bringing me books and cupcakes and salsa and chips and dinner and book lights and candy and spiritual thoughts and friendship and love. Shalae, for offering to watch the spawn. For Marilyn and mom for spoiling the spawn. For dad and Sandi for letting the spawn sleep in your house and therefore feel some sense of normalcy. For the spawn, kissing my belly and telling me it'll be alright.
I think you all know how I feel about the hubbin. He's amazing. He's beyond praise at this point. Brett, if you're reading this, can I have another glass of milk? I love you.
(P.S. And thank you for your comments. You're my only link to the outside world. Too dramatic again?)