Lucidia Lohman

I Have a New Best Friend…

…and his name is Braxton Hicks.

Well, there is a lot of movement in my baby box right now. LuLu likes to slide from one end to the other and sort of pop an elbow or knee or some baby mystery body part out from time to time to say hello and remind me that there’s another human being inside of me (as if I could forget). She loves to do this at work at the most inopportune times. Yes, she really is her mother’s daughter.

My parents, when I was younger, used to threaten me often with “One day, you’ll have a daughter just like you.” Well, Mom and Dad, that day has almost arrived. I gave you both plenty of minor heart attacks throughout my tween and teen days, and even into college, but mark my words: I was a wonderful kid, and even though karma may be coming back to haunt me, I wouldn’t want it any other way. And the best person to deliver that karma? LuLu herself, in all her Gorski-Lohman glory.

So, between the baby-box movement and Braxton Hicks contractions, I think it’s fair to say I’m more than busy and freaking out every 10 minutes about whether I’m in Actual Labor or False Labor or Preterm Labor or Gimme Chocolate Labor—or maybe a combination!

Weight and blood pressure are excellent. LuLu is growing. She’s almost 5 pounds, if not there by now. I feel it every minute. The couch is my new best friend, and Thom has been nothing but an excellent support, making dinner, rubbing cankles, and locking me out of the house so I walk around the block every day to get my exercises in. He’s a doll.

If I have anything new to report, I will certainly blog here. For now, I’m going to wallow here with Braxton and LuLu and my cankles.