My body is the queen of false labour and for whatever reason the beginning of each month, for the past 3 months, seems to be the hot time to really contract. Yes, last night was a doozy. The contractions were painful and got stronger when Conor and I went for an evening walk around the neighborhood. We came back home after an hour or so of walking so I could potentially take a shower or what I secretly really wanted to do was clean the apartment, just in case.

Quick Disclaimer: I’m not the most eager beaver to have this baby. Nowadays I’m happy to wait until her due date. I have too much to get done! However, if we’re going to do the contractions let’s just get them DONE!

Alas, the contractions tapered off a little leaving Conor rather disappointed. And then they picked up again at about 3 AM this morning, waking me up. Obviously nothing came of those either.

This morning, I felt like I did a billion sit-ups yesterday. I have a feeling the next 3 and a half weeks have some serious potential to be miserable and misleading!

Any tips for a seriously aching back??

This baby is killing me! My back hurts, the top of my stomach hurts and often has a burning numb sensation and tonight I cannot get comfortable. Nowadays I’m more than glad to have Holly wait until the end of July to come since I have things to finish up, but it’s evenings like these that make me want to issue an immediate eviction notice!!

Conor says that the grill is the best thing that’s ever happened to us. Our friends, The Blodgetts, say it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to them. I wish every night could be Grill Night.

Lemon-Parsley Chicken Breasts from this summer’s Cook’s Illustrated grilling issue.

Last night I forgot about my belly, which has grown rapidly in the last few weeks, and laid on my stomach. I didn’t just roll over onto my stomach, I let myself fall onto my stomach. It was really bouncey. And it hurt. I was pretty much just surprised by how bouncey it was.

And then I dreamt of having a flat stomach again and wondering where my baby went.

Now that Conor and I done our childbirth class, we’ve been telling Holly that it’s okay to come out now. We’re hoping verbal coaxing will get her here soon. A little impatient and excited? You bet we are.

This just in…

Holly weighs a hefty 5 pounds, which puts her in the 37th percentile. During the growth scan, she was being a good girl and practicing her breathing. It’s only a matter of time now…

Sorry, no photos.