Last night I went to bed and baby was a bit more active than usual, which means she was sticking her foot or feet out as far as she could against the top of my belly and then presssssing hard. I pushed against her foot with my fingers. She didn’t give. She squirmed some more. I lay there and had this thought I sometimes have: I am going to give birth soon. Like it’s really going to happen to me. Why does it usually feel abstract, even as I feel her wriggling around in there? I try to picture it and I see myself in pain and sweaty, then I see her being given to me, her little red face. Still doesn’t seem real though.

Anyway I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep so decided to beat morning sickness by going downstairs at 4:45 to make a toaster waffle and glass of juice. Also set up my computer to copy over the last of my files from the laptop: my seven thousand or so mp3s. About one hour remaining.

A stupid thing I remembered about Macs yesterday as I was transferring files: it creates a little hidden document starting with ._ for every single goddamn thing on your computer. So, a duplicate or “backup” or whatever. Huge waste of space and extremely annoying once those files are sent to Windows. Brian is going to write some script to delete them all.

Ok I should go back to bed now. Doctor appt in a few hours, + ultrasound (placenta check). I can’t wait to ask my doctor about the miserable cough that has been hanging on for five weeks now.