Oof. I'm ready to retire from pregnancy. I'm 37 weeks along this week, so officially in baby-could-come-any-day territory. Hospital bags are packed. Bassinet is set up. Car seat will be installed tomorrow. Yesterday morning I would've been like, "Give me two more weeks. I'm not ready yet." But after a big bout of on-and-off painful contractions from 4:00 in the afternoon yesterday until 2:00 in the morning, I'm over it. Don't care if the nursery's ready. Don't care if the house is a mess. Don't care that there are only 2 meals ready in our freezer. If this is prodromal labor I'd rather not be stuck here for another month. I almost forgot about the up-all-night-in-agony phase at the end of my pregnancies. It is not the vibe.
I think my main issue yesterday was that I didn't drink enough water. I've noticed a direct correlation between how much water I don't drink and how many braxton hicks I have. My braxton hicks aren't usually painful, but these ones were rough. I've also had a resurgence of nausea this last week, so ya. I'm done.
Other things this week . . . we had ants in our ice box? It was a fun little throwback to our Grenada years when we had a pretty traumatic ant infestation. Because we lived through that, we were able to look at the little ants encased in all our ice cubes this week and just laugh. Hard to be really upset by it when they're only in our ice, not biting our flesh and infesting our toothbrushes, and we can look around at our nice air-conditioned house without a new crop of 3rd-world-country problems to tough through every day. We have no idea how the ants got there. I have never seen an ant anywhere in our house the whole time we've lived here. There weren't any in other parts of the fridge/freezer. None anywhere else in the kitchen. Only coming out in our ice tray. So strange. This lasted for a day or two and then they were all gone, no problems since.
This was I think two weeks ago, but I forgot to post about it. Jared got invited to attend a private James Taylor concert with his mom. His parents are friends with a couple in their ward who are a pretty elite level of wealthy. Like, private jet wealthy. They flew James Taylor in to put on a private concert on their property and invited a bunch of their friends. Jared's dad was out of the country on business so Jared got to go. Looked like a beautiful evening!
