Still no baby, and no real labor.

But something is going on. I’ve been feeling vaguely queasy since last night, and there’s a sort of a pressure-y feeling around where I think Smudge’s head should be, both of which are new phenomenon. And it feels harder to sit up normally, like there’s not as much room between my belly and my legs — which already seemed extremely overcrowded. Smudge also seemed agitated last night, moving a lot, but in a different way than usual. Smaller movements, mostly.

And I’ve determined that there’s only one effective way to get any sleep. Exhaustion. After 2 medium-sleep nights on the couch, followed by busy days with after-work grocery shopping, and Jill having bad dreams last night, I went back to bed last night, with my insane heap of pillows for the reflux. And I slept pretty well.

Fruit & Veg Count, 1/31: Errrr. Ooops. Does the guacamole in my lunch burrito count? How about the "all fruit" strawberry popcicle? It’s a good thing I have you people holding me to account, or I’d forget, not to mention rationalize, more often.