3:30

This child is a jokester.

Third morning in a row that contractions woke me up at exactly 3:30.

And she is still very much not born.

At least this morning I was too exhausted to stay awake between the faux contractions. I feel refreshed!

So.

In honor of her still hiding from her mama, I'm re-doing our hall closet. That was my rule. I think I'm officially done with the gym till after she is born. I went on Monday and it felt like A.my pelvic bone would crack in half or B. I was going to pass out from low blood pressure or hunger or both. So...Y...see ya in a few weeks! I think...unless I break down and go just to try to induce labor...hmm.

Now mom and I are just gonna hang out and wait to meet the little girlie.

Last night at the dinner table, Griffin was like a standup comedian. He had us all in stitches the whole time. One of his acts was saying, "I want Elliot Coco up and out!" While making motions that he was holding a baby. He said it over and over....so fun!