|The news in the first paragraph deserves a Sadie Smile!|
Look how tiny she was!
In other news... The Boy decided to miss my hoped for due date. I've begun joking with Paul that it's because he's waiting it out to see who wins the election. Maybe he's heard that this world isn't the safest place for the unborn, or the just born (if vital signs outside the uterus after being born aren't a sign of human life, I don't know what is!). I mean, when courts are deciding whether or not forced abortions against the mother (and her legal guardians') wishes are an actual possibility, things are pretty frightening all around (judicial appointments: yet another reason who you vote for in this election really does matter!).
Today will be the fourth Mass missed by the majority of our family, now that Paul, the final holdout, has succumbed to this horrible bug. I'm on day 10 of what I've come to think of as Virus 3 in 3 months. Things have improved drastically. I actually slept through the night last night. And the girls seem to be 90% recovered (Mae was sick for about two weeks... poor little bunny...). But I'm also not certain, with this horrible cough and the need for 100 tissues an hour, that I'm not contagious, and I'd rather not expose a room full of little kids and senior citizens to whatever this is. Still, not going feels really odd, because I do feel quite a bit better (although on the scale of feeling "well" I guess things are pretty relative at this point)... but putting everybody else at risk isn't a chance I'm willing to take.
Does anyone else feel like rolling their eyes when they hear news reports about how awesome the economy is doing at the moment? Or is that becoming more and more of a regional thing?
And to keep the totally random theme, yesterday's "baby please arrive" strategy involved a pot of raspberry leaf tea constantly simmering on the stove. Interestingly enough, each time I took a sip I would have a contraction... but still no sign of actual labor, although things are increasingly uncomfortable. Since it does seem probable after talking to my doctor, that I was actually in labor last week and that my inhaler stopped it (sigh), I'm wondering if it will restart on it's own. I know I've been told by women who've had early labor stopped that sometimes after labor has been stopped it doesn't restart easily... and I'm hoping that's not true. It's not so much that I'm impatient for this pregnancy to be over (I don't really mind being pregnant, even this late in the game...), it's that I'd really, really like to avoid being induced or having a c-section again. And every day we're getting closer to that...