I can tell you I did not need an exam to know that things have been happening.  I could go a few more weeks like this in theory, but I just don’t think I’m going to make it to mid-June.  I hope not anyway.  Having someone’s head wedged in your pelvis makes things precarious.  My beautiful friend Deborah was up for a visit this week, and I felt so bad that I couldn’t walk around as much as usual (or kayak).  Luckily, she is a trooper and was amenable to me taking naps and putting my feet up whenever I felt the urge to rest (which was often).  

I haven’t had time to prepare frozen dinners for the freezer yet.  Ah well, it’s one of those things that might not get done.  If it doesn’t, it’s fine.  But I probably shouldn’t procrastinate any longer on packing that hospital bag.