My mom is letting me borrow these little reader books for Nora. I learned how to read from these things and I remember them very fondly. My mom was, at first, very hesitant to let me have them because they are out of print and IRREPLACEABLE, but I pulled out the sucker-punch "it's for your grandkids!" line and she relented.
Nora loves them as well, which warms my heart. The books have an adult page and a child page, and sometimes Lillian will sit with her and read "little words" (as in small type) and Nora will read the "big words." It's super cute... for like 10 seconds until they start arguing because Nora isn't reading the words exactly right or Lillian isn't singing the songs or doing the voices the way I do.
Other than that, I mostly just sit around, being in labor but not actual labor which makes me very cranky. I try to tell myself that every contraction (which I have all day long every day) brings me closer to delivery; like every pregnancy has a finite number of contractions needed to push the baby out, and instead of being in labor for 3 days like I was with Lillian (which was the only kid of mine where I didn't have this 4-month long labor thing), I can just be in regular labor for 8 or so hours.
At least that's what I tell myself to keep me from going insane. Oh, did I mention that I am still nauseated? Yeah, so there's that, too.
Also, I'm bigger now than I was with any of the other kids, as evidenced by the fact that I have grown out of all but ONE pair of shorts and most of my shirts. Also, it's a million degrees here. Unless I have to leave the house, I can be found wearing one of Tyler's t-shirts and just underwear. I went to book club last night and Lillian advised me that I better put pants on before leaving, "because THAT would be embarrassing" if I went in my standard pants-less uniform.
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