Well, not much to report here. Of course why would there be... we live in the middle of a field in freaking North Dakota. Every time I say "North Dakota," I put "freaking" in front of it. Makes me feel better.
I've gotten huge. I get bigger every day. I was okay with this whole thing until the baby got big... now I've changed my mind and I don't want to give birth anymore--or at least I don't want to be conscious for it. He is going to tear me apart.
Also, I think men can get the nesting instinct, too. Anton seems more worried than I am right now. He's convinced that the baby will be born two weeks early (because he knows a few other guys who's wives had their babies two weeks early), and he was telling me about labor: "When you have a contraction that you can't breath through, that's when you need to go to the hospital... or, I mean, midwife..."
That was after he asked me if I've been feeling any labor pains. I laughed so much that morning. But he asks if I'm in labor like once a week. That started way back in August. And he's constantly reminding me to take my pills and to not squish the baby. It's kind of adorable how serious and concerned he is about everything relating to the baby. And how excited he is to have a son. I think I picked a good one. :-)
I'm thinking about dying my hair again... a dark color like maybe black or almost black. But I'm afraid that I'll change my mind after I dye it because I won't want to keep dying it...
some of the longest, most difficult struggles I go through are about my hair. I'm so fickle about it. I almost got a super, super short haircut right after I came to freaking North Dakota (hehe). But I was too scared. Ugh, someone should just tell me what to do all the time.
