There are some things about pregnancy that just don’t make any sense.  Like this whole energy thing.  Why is that yesterday I could barely manage to drag myself to Walmart to buy Lily some long pants (temperatures in the fifties and sixties this week and the girl has about fifty pairs of shorts and only one pair of jeans that have holes in the knees), and had to call it quits shortly thereafter, before actually going to the grocery store as I had originally planned (after not even buying her any pants because none of them fit her well), but today I can go to Target to buy (successfully this time) said pants, then go to Harmons for groceries, and then come home and make lunch and clean the entire house from top to bottom and still be thinking, “Gosh, what a nice day!  I wish my big kids weren’t coming home soon so that I could go for a walk.” ?  And boy, was that a really, really long sentence, or what?

I mean, really, how does that work, physiologically?  I don’t believe I ate any differently, I slept about the same–how is that one day I can barely get myself to stand up, and the next I am practically bouncing off the walls?  Where does it come from?  But more importantly–where does it go?

Anyway, I don’t know how much of a play-by-play on labor-awaiting y’all might be interested in, but let it be known that, after a brisk walk and other labor-induction-attempting-methods, I actually was having some pretty strong and regular contractions (about eight minutes apart) last night for 2-3 hours.  Obviously not strong enough to confuse with real labor (a benefit of experience, that–knowing the difference), but much more progress than I’ve ever had this early before.  So, hopefully, my hunch that this baby isn’t going to make me wait as long as my other kids did will prove to be correct.  It would be really nice to have this baby in September.  There are far too many Lambert birthdays in October to remember as it is!  So, keep your fingers and toes crossed for us!