I think everyone on my friends list stopped blogging. Oh well, I am still here, keeping livejournal afloat.
For the next ten days, we are supposed to have highs above 80 degrees. I wonder if this means my tomatoes will begin to blush.
Sometimes when the baby is squirming around inside me, I am able to discern actual limbs. I think. I mean, I feel like, a “long thing” kind of sliding along my tummy, like a lower leg perhaps. Sorry if that sounds gross. She still has enough room in there do do all kinds of tricks. Pretty soon it will get a little more crowded and she won’t be able to stretch out as far.
I think I felt a contraction last night. Of course I was half asleep at the time, but I just felt this dull crampy pain along my abdomen for a minute or two. Totally normal, don’t worry. The uterus has to practice for labor, too.
Brian’s in SF and Kona misses him a lot. Probably even more than I do since I know where he is and can talk to him on the phone. She was all mopey last night and when I went to bed she lay down at the top of the stairs for a while. Then this morning after she had breakfast she ran upstairs and peered at the empty bed, hoping she would see him. Pobrecito!!
Should I buy a full-sized watermelon? They are like 58 cents a pound, but of course weigh ten-plus pounds. Then I would have to lift it onto the cutting board and chop it up. Oh but I love watermelon. Kona loves it too. It’s her favorite treat.
I think dinner tonight will be open faced tuna on rosemary toast. Or spaghetti and garlic bread. When Brian goes out of town I totally bust out the garlic (he is allergic to it).
Okay time for a noon meeting. How dumb is that.
full sized watermelon
I have not regretted buying them thus far. I cut it in half and wrap the cut-side in plastic wrap and stick it in the fridge and then get to work on the second half. Maybe I buy smallish melons but they’re not that onerous, keep fine and i eat a ton anyway since they’re all water pretty much.
Of course they have those little personal sized seedless watermelon that you can legitimately eat all by yourself. 🙂
What I remember of the Braxon-Hicks contractions was like my uterus got really hard like a pumped up basketball for a few seconds (maybe 10) and then it all went soft like a deflated balloon. love, mom