100 Happy Days Challenge: Day 63

38 weeks, 3 days pregnant
T-11 days until baby's due date.

Labour watch/bumpdate: nothing much to report. A few short-lived mild cramping sessions today. Last night while in bed, baby was trying to headbutt his way out. Neither my cervix nor my bladder were impressed at his valiant attempts. In spite of last night's abuse to my cervix, I do not have any sense that this little man has any intention of introducing himself to the world any time soon. He seems pretty comfortable in there to me. I still think that next week - mid-to-late week, he will plan to  make the great escape. I have a prenatal appointment  on Thursday, late afternoon, and will get a dilation check done then, so I will have a better sense on Thursday if anything is going on in my nether regions. I would advise that no one holds their breath.

Sigh. Folks, today was a much better day than yesterday. While I still didn't sleep as well as I would have liked last night, I felt much better mentally and emotionally once I got out of bed and got moving this morning. Here are my highlights:

1. Carter and I had a nice morning together. I went to a local crunchy mama shop here to look for a super cute piggy bank that would be the final part of the gift from Carter to the baby. I decided, rather than going on my own, to take him with me. I figured that I would pick the two or three I liked best and then get him to pick out one from there - that way the gift really was "from" big brother Carter. But, when I got there, they only had one I really liked, so bringing him along with me was kind of pointless. But who knew?

2. After leaving the shop, I took the lad to my mom's for the afternoon and then was kind enough to invite Carter, Jeff and me over for supper. So I dropped him off, went home, ate lunch, watched an episode of Dancing with the Stars, and took a nap. It was great not to have to get up when someone else got up, but to lay in bed and get up on my own time. 

I love spending time alone. Maybe that's weird, but it's true. Maybe because I never get to. But I really cherish time just to myself. I enjoy running errands alone. I enjoy shopping alone. I LOVE being home alone. Don't get me wrong: I wouldn't want to be alone all the time and I think I would hate living alone - and I do love going shopping with my cousin, my mom, or a friend - but I have had so little alone time in the past while that I really just soaked it in. I would love a weekend alone, to be honest, but I would also love to have some sort of money tree growing in my back yard. I think the likelihood that I will get either are about the same.

3. Supper at my mom's was great. The food was good. The company was good. The cake I bought was good. Carter ate well. He had a great time with my dad. I have said this a thousand times before, but watching those two together brings a smile to my face. Also, eating there meant that I didn't have to make supper myself and, in not having to do so, my kitchen remained clean. Woot to that!