About two weeks ago, I knew my baby had “dropped.” I didn’t have a bowling ball in front as much as a downward pointing slope. This evening, she dropped again.
I think she’s at least three inches lower than she was this morning. I’ve eaten pineapple and eggplant (not together) today. I downed a small jar of spicy tomatillo/jalapeno salsa as a snack. I may even seduce my husband.
I’m so ready, people. So ready.