It is the last week of school and it all feels very surreal. I was feeling stressed out but then my physiology teacher said I didn't have to take the final. This saved me 20+ hours of studying. There is a special place in heaven for Professor Whitford. I have one more class tomorrow, followed by my only test final. I still have one more paper to write, due next Monday. I should be studying right now, but I psyched myself out.
I went to my final writing class this evening and the class had a mini surprise baby shower for me. Everyone brought food and a few girls brought presents. I am glad that I decided to go to class and I didn't wear sweat pants! I was having regular, painless contractions throughout class. When I got home Brad and I went for a walk and I was having stronger contractions within 5 minutes of each other. But when we got home, they completely stopped. Bummer.
I went to see the doctor this morning. She said that Owen was probably around seven pounds. She also said that he should be here within a few days. I try to tell myself that "a few days" could easily become "a few weeks." A perfect example would be my friend, Melissa. She had her daughter on Monday, one week over due. I still have two weeks until my due date. I am in total limbo.
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