Oh. Hi.

Hey look! I still have a blog. Sorry about that. I’m back now.

This winter has been a bit of a mess. I don’t have to tell you about the weather, and I think we’d all be happier if I didn’t bring it up again. Zooey was sick straight from New Year’s Day until sometime in February, with everyone else taking turns being sick all around her. Actually, I may or may not have been sick last week. When I’m pregnant I can’t always tell if my random assortment of ailments is because I’m incubating a virus or a fetus. Could go either way. Also, my Braxton-Hicks contractions are hella bad this time around. It seems like every other night they’re pat week I have to do the “should-i-call-the-midwife” math in my head (I had six contractions in an hour-and-a-half…but it’s after 10…But they’re pretty regular…But I’m 34 weeks…but….)

I should probably drink more water.

I’ve still got a touch over 5 weeks to go, in theory, but my mommy-sense is telling me this kid might want out early. See: aforementioned crazy Braxton-Hicks, also her sister was 9 days early. So 3-4 weeks? Or maybe she’ll go long and make it 6 weeks, just to remind me who really runs the show.