38 weeks and 4 days...

That means 10 days to go until the magical due date.* And I can't concentrate for more than 20 minutes at a time. I hate you, dissertation. But even more so, I hate feeling guilty about the fact that it's getting so hard to keep working on it. Shame spiral!

Also, I apparently turn mean after 10 pm. Stay away from me.


*Which, of course, doesn't really mean all that much since a lot of first births are late...speaking of which...still not sure how the birth is happening, but it looks like we're going to aim for a non-c-section and hope the kid fits.