I learned from Bug. Bug's birth was long, and since it was a planned induction, I was not allowed to eat after midnight the night before. She wasn't born till after 10pm. 22 hours with only ice chips, people. The Donger needs food!
The chances that I won't get online to post a simple, "Heading for the Hospital" post (beware: I've been accused of being "vague" and "ambiguous" in the past, so if there's something short and suspicious, read between the lines) is highly unlikely. I have no intention of just dropping everything and running out the door. Damn the media for promoting this vision of labor that has had me so paranoid that I'm going to be floored by pain and unable to do anything; that's not going to happen either. I'm going to get mister mrtl home if necessary, EAT, EAT some more just for good measure, grab the few last-minute items that are sure to come to mind at this most inconvenient time, hang out with Bug if she's home, try to relax and time the contractions.
So yes, in case you didn't catch on, I am STILL PREGNANT. I just haven't gotten around to blogging today.
Actually, I was up at 1am today -- FUCKING HEARTBURN, Nexium I'd break up with you and kick you in the nuts if time weren't so short -- and out of bed at 2:40. I spent my morning working and continuing the laborious but fun task of visiting each and every post in my archives to copy/paste it into a separate document. I'm making myself a mrtl book by way of back up. I'm in May now, slow only because I'm getting caught up reading through the posts and comments and laughing. Good times. I crashed after Bug headed out the door with mister mrtl.
Three hours later, I am somewhat refreshed but giddy as all get out because I woke up with absolutely no pain. No heartburn, no skull scraping, no back ache. Frida is floating midstream and I couldn't be happier. It was such a nice break from the norm that I forgot that my intention upon waking was to announce that I have indeed reached the GET.THIS.CHILD.OUT.OF.ME.ALREADY stage of pregnancy. (Can you blame me when I spent the wee hours of the morning today with heartburn, back ache and skull scraping??)
I'm allowing myself some time to bask in this good feeling, as surely it will be gone once I start running around the house (cleaning for the cleaners) and painting more of Frida's room. I'll bask some more later when I eat my leftover Burrito de Birria, a scrumptious and spicy concoction that I had last night when we labor-defying daredevils went out for dinner. What? I painted yesterday with no problem. My nerve is coming back. ;)
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Update: Why did I have to look? Today? Child Labor Day. My nerve is cowering in the corner; I'll have to beat it into submission to get more painting done.

Monday's Child is fair of face,