that it looks like we still don’t have consensus for how a pregnancy week works. Which is rather reassuring – at least I’m not the only one.
However, the majority seemed to think that zero-days begins a pregnancy week, putting me today, theoretically, at…. 5w3d! So that’s what we’re going with (also because I like the sound of it more than 5w2d, to be honest.)
I know you were all holding your breath on that one. Thank you for responding. Damn math…
In other news, my upper-level girl-goods are finally starting to feel like the bosoms of a sprogged-up lady. Definite soreness (and not just from me jabbing them unobtrusively when no one’s looking.) I’m feeling a bit more hopeful that everything’s proceeding apace in there. (Though what I’d really like is to toss my cookies, or at least come close! Maybe I’ll go to Fairway today and lurk in the butcher’s section…)
It’s my first of nine days off, and I’m practically dancing in little circles, trying to contain my happiness. Going to cultivate me some serious kitchen zen. Maybe in the form of pie. Going to go to the farmer’s market – maybe the one in Manhattan that has everything from flour to wine. Going to get some writing done, and going to get my new website up & running (finally)! Going to walk the dog a lot, (starting soon, because she keeps putting her head in my lap) and going to baby the boy as much as he’ll let me. Going to not go to work. Yipppeeee!