31

You know, I never thought I'd make it this far. Especially considering last week's fiasco. But here I am, 31 weeks, and GIII's still in there. He's still facing my back, which means I don't get to feel as many of the movements I normally would, but he does enjoy stretching so I can for sure feel that.

And I've finally gone past my fear of buying stuff for his arrival and did some shopping. G Jr's playpen was falling apart as he was getting too big for it, so I really didn't want to reuse it with GIII. And then Toys R Us had one on sale that has the top cover (which is a good "keep the cats out" cover), so I bit the bullet and bought it. And, on top of having that cover thing, it has one thing I would have given my left eye for when G Jr was an infant - an attachable higher level bottom. You know, like with a crib, where you can have the bottom of it raised higher so you don't have to pretty much get into the thing to get your child out of it? Oh gosh, I would have loved that, at least when I was recovering from the c-section. Remember I'm short... the top of the playpen was level with my scar. I had to get on my tiptoes to get G Jr out of the playpen until he was old enough to sit up.

So, 31 weeks... I'm glad. You know what? I'll shock the heck out of everyone and go to term. Or I'll try. But here's hoping he doesn't decide to come out today... My damned car's on the fritz. Stupid electrical problems.