Medium Delirium

The contents of a $600 IKEA order are strewn around the house, waiting for a corner or a shelf in which to settle and belong. J and I (more him than me, I was basically part of the furniture) spent the last hour putting together a gargantuan wooden shelf that was worryingly wobbly, till we realised we’d forgotten to put the cross bars in at the back. The entire structure still feels disturbingly lightweight, but I take comfort that if it does indeed fall forward the storeroom where it resides is so narrow that it will likely hit the opposite wall before crushing any skulls. I think.

As I was doing the bare minimum and yet thinking about how arduous flatpack assembly is, J mused, with a big, sincere grin, about ‘how fun this was’. What a gem this man is.

We’ve gone from ‘stay in there bb girl’ to ‘time to come out bb girl!!’ because the obgyn has been issuing increasingly stern warnings about the baby being rather on the large side, and if she continues to grow happily inside the womb instead of coming out and starting the show, it might be difficult to come out at all. ‘Poor girl,’ sighed my sister. ‘Not even out of the womb and already being fat shamed’.

Off to google natural ways to induce labour.