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So - I slept all weekend. It felt fabulous. It was amazing how much I could sleep, and still yawn my head off a few hours later.

Yesterday I had a busy and productive day of simple errands and puttering about the house.

Today, my second day of no work, I had a rip-roaring dream about all the work issues I left behind.... but when I woke up, I wasn't upset about it like I would have been if I were still *at* work. So that's okay too.

I go to the doctor in about an hour. We'll see what she has to say. I have had only a few contractions (one of which hurt like the dickens, I must say) - usually one every few days, so certainly nothing with a pattern to it yet. Otherwise it's just been the same occasional mild cramping.

It's.... weird being in this place. My Official Due Date (which of course, means nothing) is tomorrow. I feel like I'm in the biggest limbo of all - just *waiting*, with no sense of how long it might be. And that's mostly okay too. Just a little strange. Not quite melancholy, but... contemplative, certainly.

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So - just back from the appointment. ( No real news )

So - I'm still in limbo-land. Any day now, and things could change on a dime.

She did suggest that we go out for Mexican food again - having seen us at a Mexican place the other night. So, I'm planning my eating-out (well, maybe some eating-in) schedule for the next week: Mexican, Chinese, Japanese-Korean (we have one restaurant here that's both), Indian.... Any other ideas? We have limited options here in the whitebread world of the inland west (for example, no Indian options - we'd have to make our own), but it's fun to contemplate.

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My mother called me on her cell phone on her way home tonight to tell me that we should have lots of sex to bring on labor. Thanks, Mom, but I don't really want to be having this conversation with you. :) The line that really made me squirm was "Well, you've been resting up all day, so you should be good for a couple of hours." Ummm... ewwwww. She wouldn't tell galagan this herself, however - he had to pass the phone to me first.

Everyone's calling to check up on me, quite often. My mother is especially impatient for her first grandchild. She is busy trying to come up with ideas (like the above) to help labor get started. Her first phone call this evening started with "well, this baby will be late, just like you were." Never mind that my due date isn't even till tomorrow - she just can't stand it even till then. (I reminded her that only 4-5% of women give birth on their actual due dates. She didn't care.)