How's it gonna be??!

Lastnight (Monday) I was floated to the Newborn Nursery and had the best time!! I gave baby baths, took baby vital signs, fed them baby bottles and all I could think was, "baby, baby, baby!" I had lots of contractions while I was there lastnight which may have just been a coincidence but they were pretty strong, just not painful! Gosh, you seem to forget how miraculous they are with their perfectly formed lips with wrinkles and noses and eyelids. So amazing. Tonight, I'm on my home unit- 3w taking care of pregnant women that need bedrest and monitoring and antibiotics or IV fluids...and there were 17 patients upstairs waiting on Labor and Delivery to be seen! 17! Why wasn't I one of them?! No clue. I don't know what Seth is holding out for!! I've had a few painful contractions tonight...but nothing remarkable and nothing to really write about. We go back to the doctor on Friday.
One of the girls in the nursery lastnight said that she gave me 3 days max.
Then, today...Jay with his perfect sweet words said, "Kim, you aren't so big really from the front. But, when you turn to the side, you look like you have a torpedo belly." Um, I think that can go under the list of things NOT to tell your wife when she's miserable, fat, plump, lacking sleep and on the verge of tears. But, I must admit that it was funny. He has a way of making me laugh even at myself which no one has ever been able to do before. But, don't give him too much credit, there's a lot to laugh at me about right now :)
I'm in the middle of my 3 night stretch of work..it's night 2 of 3. And, I'm frigg'n tired!!

Hope everyone is well... life is good.
Baby Love,
Kimmie

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