So this baby is driving me crazy and I'm doing everything to get him to come! I walked up Formaster Ridge a few days ago, and guess how many stinking contractions I got out of that? 3! Just 3! I think next time I'll do it twice in a row.
Last night me and Jesse took the kids on a new trail down by the river. It's a relatively mild trail except for the 3/4 of a mile of 12% downhill grade at the beginning, so however far you go on the trail, you have to come back up that steep, long hill. Jesse was pushing both kids in the stroller and still beat my 9 month preggo belly up the hill. Oh, and how many contractions did I get out of that? NONE! Not a one people! All it did was make me feel like someone beat me up when I got up this morning.
And now Cooper is telling me I can't do stuff because my belly is too big. Like such: "Mamma, I need to push Leila in the stroller, you can't do it because your belly's too big." I guess we know who is taking care of whom.
4 comments:
mwahahaha. Lars, you make me laugh.
good luck! Maybe you should try RUNNING down Foremaster! :) Just a thought.
I know the feeling! We went to the Pocatello "zoo" for an hour and hiked around...only a few wimpy contractions.
Cooper is such a sweetie. What worked for me, was my mom came over and she took one foot, Cody the other and they gave me a 30 min foot massage. An hour later I was at the hospital! If you get one, have the massager focus pressure on the achilles tendon and back of the calf. Good luck! Can't wait to see pics of the little guy.
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