In the meantime, however, the baby dropped some more, and threw my mental and physical balance right off. I feel heavy and uncomfortable and tired, with all kinds of mysterious pings and pops and cramps (especially at night) that don't actually add up to anything. I'd like to get things done around the house -- it'd be nice to have some casseroles put away in the freezer for after the baby comes, for instance, and there are the usual cleaning tasks and whatnot -- but neither my brain nor my body really want to cooperate. And although it would be good to get out of the house and I know that walking is supposed to be helpful exercise pre-labour, the thought of waddling around town on swollen, aching feet doesn't exactly thrill me. On the whole, I just wish the baby would come already and give me something to do.
Basically I'm just a big suck right now, can you tell?