Puck woke up at 0500 for some unknown reason. I don't know what was wrong with him. I eventually turned over and put my hand on him and he seemed to be twitching. He couldn't or wouldn't sleep. I tried having him lay different ways, I took him out to potty, I turned on the light and checked him out the best I could, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I eventually took his food into the kitchen and gave him a bit. I returned to bed, assuming he'd come in, too. (By now it's 0745)
He never did and I fell back asleep. Eventually, I heard one of my parents in the kitchen and they took him out and gave him more food. I don't know what he did or where he was while I slept until 1045, but apparently he was fine.
After breakfast, I came back into my room to lay down with Puck cause my back was so achey. Mom went to go work out and Dad came back to chat. I eventually got up and went to put my Netflix movie in the mailbox, but the mail had already come. I was surprised and happy to see that I'd received Tyler's letter!
I came back to my room and read his words. It's so nice to receive an actual letter from him -- I love seeing his handwriting and feeling the effort put in to writing so much. It really makes me feel special. I laughed and enjoyed reading what he had to write. It was one of my best birthday presents.
I then called 26 Doors and scheduled a massage for 1500 this afternoon. While I waited, I got online and ordered some stickers for Eisley's monthly pics, an outdoor dog bed for Puck that'll hopefully help keep him cool, and showed my dad adorable baby hats.
Mom came home and I got ready to head out. My massage was awesome. The girl used just the right amount of pressure and it was so relaxing. She's by far my favorite for pregnancy massages. I'll have to go back to her for a regular Swedish eventually to see if she's worth driving out there to see.
Once home, I watched last night's SYTYCD with my dad. It was great! I helped with dinner, too. After dinner, mom asked me my opinion on 5 rugs for her classroom. I started getting pains in my back, so I quickly grabbed an ice pack and made my way to the couch before all Hell broke loose.
We watched some shows and about two hours ago, I started getting awesomely stabbing pains in my belly/vag. It's terrible to have to say, "I am having stabbing pains in my vagina," so I didn't. I just practiced my breathing, so I wouldn't alarm my folks. I'm sure it's nothing and it is not consistent, so it's not contractions. I did do some research though and a number of people seem to think it's my cervix ripening. Gross. What a terrible word... especially when "ripening" sounds like something gradual and smooth or almost soothing. I think it should be called "cervix shredding" because that's what it feels like. It feels like there's a tiny fencer in my hooha who is practicing his moves, but his foil or sabre is a jagged blade and his parry and thrust are just atrocious.
I was almost excited to stop watching tv and head back here, so I could be in pain without someone worrying... someone that's not me, that is.
Dad said goodnight, then told me if I have to have the baby, to wait until after 0900. I said I'd do my best, but if I couldn't, then I'd leave a note.
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