Okay, this baby is just f&%#ing with us now.
Last night we went out to dinner, and when we got home, Sarah started having what she described as “something.” So we waited to see if it would turn into actual contractions, but eventually it stopped, whatever it was. So we went to sleep.
Of course, as a result, I dreamt about the baby all night long. I was feeding it, and checking its diaper, and all that stuff. At some point in the dream, it turned into a cat. It was a weird dream. Then the dream switched to a Walmart or something and I’m carrying the baby around and I notice that Chase Utley (2nd baseman for the Phils) has apparently changed his uniform number, so the nice new jersey that Sarah got me for Father’s Day is obsolete. Of course, in reality, he has not changed his number. Although Sarah did get me his jersey, and it is frickin’ AWESOME.
By morning, we decided that the baby must have dropped down into the pelvis a little bit, because the top of the basketball was squishier, and the bottom was firmer. (We’re very scientific over at Hearndom II.) So that’s somewhat thrilling, and hopefully an indicator that something might happen in the next day or two. I’ll keep y’all updated as best I can.
