I am still sick. I am still coughing and hacking and blowing my nose and feeling cold and tired and run down and yucky. And the big routine starts back again on Mondays - of feeling constantly behind, constantly in a hurry, rush here and there and to get things done and I am just not feeling like getting back into it, not at all. Sigh.
I have been having the occassional contraction that I think could be real, but I'm not really sure. But they are infrequent, really rather few and far between. I really have no idea when this baby will come. My intuition is completely silent on this one. Predictions have been made, however - some serious, some not so serious. I have no prediction, I just have a date I would like to have the baby on - I would love the 24th. Because 1.) that is the feast day of my patron saint, and 2.) Jacelyn was born on April 24th, so I would just have to keep months straight, not dates. Others have offered up the following (keep in mind my due date is January 26th. Also keep in mind Jacelyn arrived ten days past her due date):
Brian: says January 25th
Clark: says during the season premier of 'Lost', which would be January 31st. I expressed horror at the thought of going over my due date, and Brian expressed horror at missing the season premier, going so far as to lean over and tell my stomach: "Any day but that one, buddy".
Michelle (my SIL): says Superbowl Sunday. I say no way, as that (Feb. 3rd) is even further past my due date, and the day before my 30th birthday. Yikes!
That's about it for now. I am going to get some work done and wade through another sinus-clouded day before I can go home and stuff kleenex up my nose. Later!