As I sit here, this baby must be doing all kinds of contortions in there, because my belly is moving like crazy. And it’s not overly predictable patterns. Sometimes it’s up top, sometimes it’s down low. But he’s fairly active right now. I smile when I see or feel him moving, but it’s also one of the strangest experiences. I don’t recall Ezra being this active, but then it’s been a few years and my memory isn’t the greatest. As weird as it feels to me, I wonder what it’s like for him. Of course, I don’t think he has thoughts in the sense that we do, but more like sensations. I imagine he’s probably pretty warm and snug and generally very comfortable, but slowly his style is getting more and more cramped.
I finally had to go back to work. It was a hard, hard day when the time came. I woke up probably five times that night because I kept thinking I’d miss my alarm going off. I hate being late to work. I was pretty much awake by the time my alarm finally went off, but I made sure to snooze it for another 10 minutes before I finally got up. I’ve been lucky in that we weren’t slammed the last couple days; it’s always nice to come back to a more mellow setting after a long time off work.
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We are whittling down fridge items and haven’t really cooked much of anything for the past week or so. I had the best of intentions to can some turkey soup before the turkey got too old, but that didn’t happen so we’ll probably use the rest of the turkey as dog treats. We still need to do a check on the freezer downstairs and start doing meal planning; that may not happen for a few more weeks, though, because I procrastinate like crazy. Oh well.
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