Well-nigh.

Much reading throughout my pregnancy had yet to prepare me for what was to come at the end: the entity in my belly who would be poking, crowding, jabbing, hiccuping and shaking me from within. I don't think there has been enough of a general avowal of how feral this feeling actually is. Early on, it started as flutters, like anxiety - then evolved into internal tremors. Now this child is literally having hissy fits inside me. I have wondered if epilepsy can begin in-utero or if she is possibly just demonstrating her agitation at being so squished (can you imagine the intense claustrophobia?), or perhaps her utter joy knowing who her mother is - intimately. Either way, she is highly active (a good Johnson). She is billed to arrive around March 10, so anytime now. I have the green flag for the birthing center (I have now entered the magical window of time: 37 weeks through 40 weeks, 6 days - where I'm permitted to deliver there fancy free) and, fingers crossed, all will go as planned. On verra.