6 days. . .

. . . till the due date. This is me at the park two days ago. Yesterday we had another false alarm. For about two hours in the afternoon I had some contractions again, and then they died down, and I'm still just as pregnant as I was yesterday. I guess this baby likes to practice - maybe she'll be a disciplined athlete or musician someday. . .

The girls

Abigail and Isa are getting excited for the baby to arrive (as we all are!!). The other day I mentioned to Abigail that the baby can come whenever she's ready and now every morning Abigail asks me and my tummy if the baby is ready to come out.

Isa knows that I have a baby in my tummy, but while I'm not sure if she completely understands what all that entails, I know she's feeling that change is coming. Lately she's been playing a lot that she's a baby, and this morning she head-butted my belly and said that she wanted in. We then talked about how that's not possible and cuddled as much as my belly would allow.

10 days. . .

. . . till my due date. I am ready to meet this little girl. She teased us over a week ago with some contractions, but nothing since. This of course has heightened the sense that it could be "any day" when she could be our first to arrive late. I have hopefully my last appointment this coming Tuesday, so we'll see. . .

One of my cousins in Ohio just gave birth to a very healthy 9lb. boy yesterday. We're really excited for them (and secretly jealous!).

odd isn't it?

The other morning, I woke up at about 7:15 am to pee (something I have to do about 5-6 times a night at this point) and I shut the window like I always do at this time of the night. You see I have to shut it because our bedroom is on the back side of our house which overlooks all of the terraces and gardens of our block. And one of these terraces or gardens boasts the home of a rooster who every day between 7 and 7:30 makes his presence known. Loudly. I don't mind shutting the window. By that time of day our room is quite cool and getting back to sleep is not a problem. I just remember thinking how odd it was that Santiago is the largest city I've ever lived in and I have a rooster who wakes me up every day. Something I would expect out in the country, but not really in the city. And it's even funnier because I've lived with this rooster for almost three years and two days ago was the first time that I even thought that maybe he was a little out of place.