I’ll be 37 weeks tomorrow, officially “full term.” This morning after getting out of the shower, I went into the bedroom to dress. Stephen was in the living room.
This is what he heard: “Oh, crap. Honey? I need your help, quick. Get me a towel.”
A couple of seconds later I realized that I had probably freaked him out. No, my water didn’t break. I had been about to put some coconut oil on, and it’s been warm enough that the oil has turned liquid, so I ended up spilling it everywhere.
Stephen comes in with a towel, looks at me, and I explain. “You need to be careful what you say at this point,” he said.
In other news, many months ago – okay, like, three months ago – I jokingly said I wouldn’t be able to drive towards the end of pregnancy, because at month 6 I had about an inch of room between my belly and the steering wheel. Kind of hard to scoot the seat back when you have a stick shift – you still have to be close enough to push the clutch in. I haven’t gotten behind the wheel in a couple of months, but I took the car to get it washed this morning. The result? I can still fit behind the steering wheel. I think Stephen inclined the seat back some, which gave me some room.
Baby J update – 22 Days to go! I’m blogging every day until I give birth, so you’ll know when the baby is born!