The Lightening

So this happened this weekend. On Friday, actually: I was on my way home from a meeting when I felt it. (You can sorrrta see that my stomach has moved down in the photo above, taken during a little rooftop mini-picnic this weekend. Also, digression: this weather! SWEATERS! Yesss.)

“Lightening,” for those of you who don’t know (most of you, I’d imagine, since I’d never heard of this pre-pregnancy), is basically when the baby puts on his diving goggles and gets ready to jump. The fact that he drops lower creates a range of new sensations that range from uncomfortable to awesome: you feel an odd sort of pressure and start waddling even more, but you’re simultaneously able to breathe and eat better (woo!), and have more energy that can be applied towards things like obsessive vacuuming and dusting, which was what I decided needed to happen at 10:30PM on Saturday night. While it sometimes means that labor is imminent, it can also mean…well, not much. Other than that at some point in the future, I will be giving birth. And we knew that already.

Pregnancy is full of helpful symptoms like that, which could either mean “TAXI…NOW!” or another month (or more) of waiting, depending. Depending on what, you ask? Beats me, and apparently also beats every medical expert, too, because literally, what these books say is, “Oh that happened?! How great. You may go into labor within minutes. Or next month.”

But we’ll see! The bags are packed and the apartment has been dusted to within an inch of its life, so I’m ready to go whenever he is.

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