Well, this is the due date for Little One. The majority of babies do not debut on their due date, but I thought it worth noting here.
I have allergies to something in bloom — chenopods, I believe — so my ears are clogged, my nose stuffy and runny, my throat is sore, and I sneeze. It’s gotten worse since last week. I occasionally pop a Benadryl (which actually does make the sore throat better); since I don’t really have much to do, spending my days feeling drowsy doesn’t much matter. But these symptoms on top of the final whale stage of pregnancy reinforce my desire to stay home.
Yesterday I felt enervated, occasionally queasy, slight cramps, and the usual “practice” contractions. I lost my mucous plug, too. (That’s probably more than you wanted to know.) This event sometimes precedes labor by a few days, but it’s also possible to lose the plug and go for a couple more weeks before starting labor. Husband and I lay about on the sofa and then took a very long nap in the afternoon.
Today’s to do list:
Laundry (small load)
Pet the cat
Watch a stupid movie (Snakes On a Plane)
What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.