Our weekend began earlier than usual. David came home early on Friday to take me to hospital to be monitored after I fell (twice in four hours. I really do need to learn how to walk). Professional opinion was that we should make sure Emily was doing ok and that the shock of the falls hadn't triggered early labour. I'm glad to report everything was fine, save for my knees which are anything but the colour nature intended them to be, but nothing some arnica and time won't fix...
The rest of the weekend was spent with friends and driving places (we had an amazing roast in Windsor on Sunday), but most of all... counting. As much as we try not to, when those getting-heavier but still-very-random Braxton Hicks contractions kick in, we can't help but mentally turn into stopwatches for a while after. No matter how much we try to ignore them, there we go again, silently counting and timing and excitedly hoping: is this it?
...No. Emily is currently more than happy to be living inside Very Hard Bump. (Sweepstakes are still open, but will close in a couple of days so get your guesses in while you can!)
PS. Belly button is now really just a dimple.