I am 36 weeks pregnant tomorrow and am having way too many contractions. Please pray that I will have this baby later rather than sooner.

I started having some painful contractions on Saturday afternoon, but they were irregular and went away that night. They came back on Sunday at church, so I spent the rest of the day in bed. Ben took Monday off and took care of Rinah while I rested. Today, Jessica came and spent the day here and she is going to watch Rinah while Ben is at work for the rest of the week so I can get some rest. Starting tomorrow, Ben is going to work 6 hours a day instead of 8 and spend more time at home.

This baby is unbelievably active, fists and feet and knees and elbows sticking out everywhere. Ben says it feels like a washing machine. His heartrate is 146 and so far he has been head down (not breech!). He is hanging out really low and seems ready to come out.

My midwife checked me today and said I am 1.5 centimeters dilated, 50% effaced, and with how soft the cervix is, she guesses I’ll be having the baby pretty soon. She gave me some herbs and told me to rest. If the baby can stay put for another 8 days (till next Wednesday, when I’m 37 weeks), everything should be fine. I may be having a baby next week!

God bless you all. I’m going to bed now….

Every Mazda I see is mine … especially the MazdaSpeed3 hatchbacks. They are all mine. Here is one.

I close my eyes and I can see the colours and feel the pedals. Ohhh.

But a MazdaSpeed3 would limit our family to 2 children because it wouldn’t fit more than 2 carseats. At this point, it crosses my mind several times a day that 2 children might be just enough for this family. I can’t roll over in bed. I can’t walk without gasping and wincing and hobbling and waddling like I’m 80. Rinah grunts when she bends over and stands back up. She thinks that’s just what people are supposed to do. ROTFLOL. Some days I am reduced to crawling from sheer pain and discomfort. And I dread having to go through labour again. But I know that a few months from now, I will forget about all these piddly details and probably be dying to have another baby. Smack me.

So, with all these real and imaginary kids between me and my dream car, I should probably get a Mazda CX-9. It’s still a beautiful Mazda. It would fit a lot of kids. And look, it even comes with leather seats (so it’s easier to clean up drool and vomit and crumbs) and a nice house.

It’s still got the pretty lights even on the steering wheel. And one of those little car remote controls that unlock the car or even start it up before you get to it.

And it comes in red and purple. So shiny. Now all I need is 30,000 dollars and I’m all set!

This the kind of yukky horror we’re looking at. And it’ll probably die as soon as we buy it. And then we’ll get another one just like it that we’ll run into the ground.

And after all the braces and music lessons and college tuition and weddings are paid for, then I’ll be DEAD and I’ll NEVER get to drive a beautiful shiny Mazda. *weeps and wails and steps into grave and pulls tombstone over self*

IMPORTANT NOTE: Oh, wait. I remember now. I’m not paying for ANY weddings. If a guy is serious enough about Rinah, he is going to come get her with dowry in hand AND pay for everything. And if this next baby is a boy (and not a girl with a funky umbilical cord) then he is going to save up and be ready to do that for whatever girl he’s going to marry.

A friend of mine gave me a card with this Bible verse on it.

The LORD will guide you always;
he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail.
(Isaiah 58:11)