more cooking...

More cooking for both me and the baby. He is still teaching his parents that patience is an important part of having a kid. I'm also seeing it as doing my part for the statistical average of 40 weeks gestation - there need to be a few of us on the other side to make it an average.

The days and nights and days kind of merge and slip into each other lately. We try to keep so busy during the day that all of the sudden it is time to go to bed again. Yesterday we went to the market for another chicken so I could make another batch of soup. Then last night I made more gingerbread cookie dough. It sat in the fridge overnight and then this morning I made them. We decorated quite a few this afternoon. I finished up the 'pick the meat off the chicken' part of the soup today, as well.

I spent a couple of hours napping and hypnobaby-ing, as I didn't get a great night's sleep. I didn't really have any contractions to speak of last night. On and off, sure, but nothing consistent or uncomfortable. I think I was awake willing them to happen. I wasn't very hungry today so I have had little meals.

There was more cookie decorating before dinner. Then I started to be sad that he might not be here for Christmas. I know there is a lot of time til then, but I was so excited for all the family and the baby to be here. As time goes on the chances seem less likely. I have to let go of it and realize what will be will be and it will be great.

Donavon suggested a bath, which was a great idea. We just sat in the bathroom talking and it relaxed me to just float.

Donavon is now foregoing his own dinner to continue cookie decorating. It is a very zen thing for him. He makes a beautiful cookie.