August 1, 1993
It was fun to answer inquiries at church. “When are you due?”
“Today.” I answered.
I wanted to walk to church because I had so much energy. I kept up a really good pace – in high heels even.
With the Miamaid (14-15 year old girls) lesson I prepared being on abortion, the baby’s timely hiccups came in very handy. I had the whole class watch my flinching belly. Linda Shaw found it particularly fascinating.
We came home and ate. I have been focusing my prayers on a safe delivery, but more so on Duncan’s behalf: that he’ll have the strength, confidence, and desires of the father he wants to be. I know he’ll be a great dad.
After talking to E.C., my mother-in-law, on the phone, Duncan and I both fell asleep at 5:00 p.m and didn’t wake up until 7:30 p.m. by the call of my mom. I had had a really weird dream:
I dreamt that the hospital was a maze of rooms and activities. That I didn’t remember anything about the delivery, but had given birth to a 3 year old looking girl with no hair and a big smile. She had no resemblance to either Duncan nor I.
After we woke up and were reading some of the conference issue aloud to the baby, I felt a contraction – one like i’ve only felt at night. I’ve had 4 since then, averaging about 12 minutes apart. I’ve felt especially relaxed this evening. I wonder if that has anything to do with it.
August 2, 1993
12:59 a.m. Yucky contractions between 6 and 11 minutes apart. No sleep last night.
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