31 Weeks

The countdown is getting closer to zero. Saturday will mark 60 days before the baby is due. I had a moment of panic on Sunday that things were not going to be ready for her arrival so I spent most of the afternoon washing all the fabrics on the stroller, swing, etc from the hand-me-downs we have been given and then sanitizing all other surfaces. I also tried to organize the closet in the nursery which also houses all our extra linens, Christmas tree and my craft stuff. I still have a lot of work to do to actually get it organized, but now I have an idea of what to do to get there.
The baby herself is still moving and grooving. The other day I was sitting at the computer doing some work and I could really feel her moving, so I looked down at my bare stomach and watched as my belly button went up and down like a sub woofer. It was pretty neat looking. She is definetely running out of room since I can feel every movement more these days, but so far she hasn't slowed down or reduced the distance she moves.
My Braxton-Hicks contractions are also getting more frequent, which is a good thing. They don't hurt, but they do make my stomach peak into a horizontal line around my belly button. I am glad they happen though because it helps me to recognize what exactly occurs during a contraction and hopefully that will alleviate any fears when labor starts about what is going on. Cause there will be plenty of other things for me to worry about.
I had another funny thing happen to me this week in regards to being pregnant. I went to campus to drop off some books and had to park in a metered spot since it was before the time I am allowed to park in the faculty lot near my building. So I put in enough money for 30 minutes figuring that even if someone stopped to talk to me I would be fine. Well I got talking to one of the secretaries about my second position in the department and the paperwork not being processed quite yet and so we didn't get done in 30 minutes. I walked to the meter just as the Meter Maid (or whatever you call them now that they are also male, as this one was) finished my ticket. I waddled up and said, "Oh I guess I am just a minute too late." He asked if it was my car, and I confirmed it was and said, "I don't walk so fast these days and I must not have gotten here in time." He looked at my stomach, saw I was pregnant and said, "Oh I see that you probably can't walk all that fast. Don't worry about it. I won't penalize you for that" and tore up the ticket. I thanked him profusely, got in the car, and smiled. This completely made up for the chaos and absence of help from the flat tire of last week.