Nice title, eh? I am in the midst of tropical storm Lee right now. It's funny; I always laughed that this baby would be born during some hurricane evacuation, somewhere on I-55 as we were heading out of town. This TS snuck up on my region, and we are getting hit with weird winds and bands of rain, but nothing worth evacuating for. The roads by the hospital we plan to deliver at are flooded right now, but that happens a lot in my city since we are essentially living in a bowl.
So, I am trapped indoors this weekend due to the storm. DH is working, and I plan to do laundry, clean, and grade some papers.
Oh, and I had the oh so dramatic loss of the mucus plug on Thursday. Yup. I got off the toilet, and before I could pull up my undies and pants, it plopped on the floor of the bathroom. Like an alien being. Dude. That thing looked so bizarre. I almost took a picture (gross, I know), but I didn't. I did stare at it for a minute just to even comprehend what it was I was looking at. Three tissues later it was scooped off the floor and into the toilet. And then began Dr. Google. It's been two days and no signs of labor, so I guess I am one of those whose mucus plug loss means nothing.
I have been aching a lot more lately. Remember how I said I was so happy my classes were a ten minute walk from my office? Well, Friday, I was waddling to get there. No fun. My belly feels tight and stretched, my lower back and buttocks are achy, and it is kinda hard to walk normally. I was at the chalk board giving a lecture and I looked ridiculous moving side to side. I told my students to feel free to laugh at me. And they did. If these pains mean anything, then maybe labor is near.