All about my bladder

Baby has been all about punching my bladder today. Jerk. It is really hard to focus on my final grammarical read-through of chapters 1-3 while getting my bladder punched. Let's not think that I'm near finished, though, since I have substantial revisions for chapter 8 and tons of advisor comments for chapters 4+ . . . here's to hoping it gets done by the 30th.

In other exciting bladder news, my lower abdominal muscles are no longer cramping in pain whenever I get more than about 2 ounces of urine in my bladder. It seemed that last little bit of stretch was just a bit too much. My theory is that baby has engaged, but since I've been swimming throughout the pregnancy, I haven't really been short of breath very much, so I don't have that clearer indicator to actually know if he's engaged. [Shrug]. He will do what he will. At least we didn't make a tradition of going into labor on the last day of my mother's visit.

I have been fairly focused on actually getting my document done. I feel like, presuming no complications like c-section or a sick baby, I will actually meet my deadline. Of course, I would much prefer to be done before the deadline. But I am getting so tired of coffee shops. But I get annoyed driving into my office because driving feels like a waste. Life is hard.

The good news is that baby appears to have outgrown his heart arrhythmia problems - for the last three non-stress tests, I haven't heard any dropped beats. I'm going to wait until delivery, but it appears I will get to eat chocolate and have decaf coffee again very soon. Maybe I'll like the coffee shops better when I can actually have coffee.