BLT #39

Okey dokey. 13 and 1/2 squares. Just shy of 200 lbs. 3 cm dilated. And not a day too soon to go into labor. If I actually do go into labor. Please it would be really nice to go into labor.

Dear Santa . . .

My new thing this week is swelling. I have puffed up. My wedding ring is on a chain since I was able to pry it off my finger. I have 4 pairs of socks that only moderately dig into my ankles. My feet are barely foot-shaped anymore; just kind of blobs that ache and flop around down there where I can’t really see. And the doctor I saw this morning says I’m not nearly as bad off as many women she sees. Oi.

Biangi is healthy. I’m healthy. Just uncomfortable and shirking a lot of my jobs onto Bill (like tying shoes). But, as an obedient wife, I did as I was asked and waited until after Bill’s final. Now I make no more promises and just want Santa to bring me my present early.