I feel so good, blah blah blah… no real pain, blah blah blah… nothing much to complain about, blah blah blah…

Today is not one of those days.

We have spent the last three days working on the house. I really should say HE has spent the last three days working on the house. Den and his brother got the drywall finished in the basement, and BIL has done the seam taping and two of three coats of mud. Very very soon it’ll be ready to prime and paint! Still no ceiling or floor though. And we’re not quite sure what to do about that. So then Den started on the bedroom, and so far he got the panelling down and gone, all the wallpaper scraped off, today he sanded all the yucky goo-stained plaster, washed it down, and is half done the priming! Gosh darnit the plain white primer looks ten times better than the glue-and-smoke-colored plaster. I cannot WAIT to get some test colors up on the wall! I have three options that I really like in the chips. This is one of the most exciting parts – selecting the color and seeing the transformation.

I spent monday at work, and most of yesterday sitting at my computer working on client projects. Today I spent a good deal of time sitting on the bed watching him work. I feel really quite bad that he’s doing all that work, but every time I do something to help out I end up in pain. I started washing the walls, and anything at chest-height was fine, I couldn’t reach up to the ceiling, and when I crouched or bent over to get the bottom half of the wall my back threw a fit at me. I filled a bunch of holes in the bedroom walls, and my wrist was freaking throbbing by the time I was done – and it only took me all of 15 minutes. (I don’t know if this is carpal tunnel or not, but whatever it’s called it translates into “something that makes my wrists hurt a whole lot.”) I’m mostly “helping” by making him food and doing trips to the hardware store to pick up supplies we can’t find or don’t have. Which I know he appreciates, but it seems like so little compared to how hard he’s working.

So today I definitely have been sporting the distinctive pregnancy waddle. My hips pop at funny times. My lower back is very sore. And I woke up this morning to more of my mucous plug coming out (or can only assume that’s what it is – colored CM, like the last time). A couple of obvious Braxton-Hicks contractions today. Definitely my body’s way of telling me to take it easy, thus the sitting and watching.

Also lately I’ve been getting random twangs down at my cervix… maybe it’s just my pelvis, who knows. Odd times, too… like laying in bed last night, or at birthing class yesterday. Kind of makes me suck in my breath, a sharp little stab that immediately goes away. Maybe it’s just the kiddo bonking something, it’s possible he’s dropping lower. (Though the position of his butt up at my ribs says he isn’t dropping very much.) I said to Den that it just feels so weird to have a pain like that, from some place deep inside that you can’t even recognize, yet it feels as obvious as taking a good knock on the tail bone.

Despite the aches and pains, I’m actually feeling kind of good that things seem to be progressing. I’m a little relieved that I’m feeling something more like what you’d expect for the third trimester… and yes, the pains do make me look forward to labor and delivery a little bit more!

As of today I have exactly one calendar month until my due date. That’s a little freaky. Even more freaky is the fact that I have a little over a week until I am officially “full term” when they wouldn’t stop labor. Holy effing SHIT. Of course I still fully expect to go overdue, but… that’s still scary man. I think weeks 37 – 39 will be hard for me emotionally because we probably won’t have everything done and clean and there’s a chance I could go into labor at any minute.

I have a meeting with the pediatrician in a little bit so I had better go get changed into something a little bit more… clean.