Ben and Lewis came to my midwife appointment and Lewis wanted to sit on the table with me.
Then I laid back so the midwife could feel the babies' position and measure and listen, but first my uterus decided to demonstrate its contraction powers! Power belly!
Tonight I was in full force, unloading the dishwasher, cooking dinner, cleaning the kitchen, taking potty chair contents up the stairs and then again, and again... And then at night I inevitably start to get a little anxious, hoping I'm going into labor for this reason or that. I've been losing a little too much sleep over it the last couple nights. Ben said, "At least if they babies were born you'd be losing sleep with a purpose!" He's right.