She spent most of the day laying, with her head against my stomach. Cuddling with her brother? I wondered.
She occasionally comes over and hugs my baby bump, but she's not nearly as fixated on all things baby (unlike her big sister who has whispered conversations and tells The Boy that she loves him). She's still a bit young for that.
Then this afternoon she started tugging at my shirt collar and acting like she wanted to nurse. I was stumped. This was the kid that only nursed when she was hungry. She's been weaned for a little more than half a year and wasn't really all that put out by being cut off. And she apparently thought all the collar tugging was hilarious and cracked up as I warded off her attempts.
Tonight I realized the reason behind this sudden milking fascination. Her toddler super senses apparently told her, before I knew what was going on, that the baby's milk had arrived.
This must mean that labor is close, right? Or is it one of those "it could be hours, it could be weeks" type of things?
I'm very, very thankful for the inhaler tip though! The doctors are increasingly anxious the closer we get to our due date, so I'm really hopeful things get moving soon!
Will this be a Halloween baby? Or will I get my Saint Martin de Porres feast day baby (over a year ago after we lost Christian I'd prayed that we would be blessed with a little one, born on his feast day... and we're getting pretty close). I pointed out to Paul that we already have a baby born on one major pagan holiday (the summer solstice), maybe this little pumpkin will be number two.