In my belly

There is an MMA fight going on in my belly. And I am the opponent.

Kicking, punching, wrestling. You name it.

And the little bean slept through most of her first NST. We are now on weekly appointments.

And that 37 week deadline is getting really close, like less than 6 weeks. Man, I better get the house around! Just waiting for nursery furniture.

And, I think I am letting go of Serenity's delivery date as a big thing. We did bake a cake, and thought about her more than normal, but really, she is only ever a half-a-thought away. I guess that having the pain spread out more evenly amongst 365 days is an acceptable thing...