SIGNS, SIGNS. . . EVERYWHERE ARE SIGNS.

I know that labor is coming.  The rub is:  I just don't know when.  Thus is the bane of every pregnant woman.

Today, I appeared to lose just a little bit more of my mucous plug - forcing me to ponder just how extensive this shit is.  Perhaps, like many women believe, the mucous plug is regenerating.  Or, this could just be the end of it.  It was snot green.  Again.

I haven't had the full extent of Lightning Crotch again - however, I do feel like the whole of my genitals (does anyone else read that as Gentiles?  No?  Anyone?  Bueller?) are bruised beyond belief.  Walking isn't pleasant, though it is still doable.  So, I suppose that is something to be happy about.

In other news, I have been cleaning.  The other day it was the overwhelming desire to clean out my kitchen pantry.  Seriously.  I have been hoarding.  9 bags of unopened chips and assorted pretzels?  Right.  Today, I sorted mail and cleaned my home office (soon to be home to our baby's room.)  I'm not sure where the energy comes from, but I'm thankful for it!

I know these are all signs of impending labor.  Every day I complete a physical assessment when I first open my eyes.  Is the baby awake and moving?  Am I laying in a wet spot?  Am I palpating contractions?

My worst fear is that I go into labor and again do NOT feel it . . . and my cervical stitch tears.  Stick with me, folks, I'm trying to remain aware.