Beautiful saw her OB yesterday. Nothing new to report.
She continues to have plenty of Braxton-Hicks contractions. And she continues to have the tail-end-of-the-third-trimester side effects.
Like, everything is swollen.
And she's exhausted.
And she has no bladder capacity to speak of.
And her brain function is kinda quirky.
After seeing the OB she had a craving for something familiar but she couldn't quite name it. She described it to me as, "Like hot cocoa only cold . . . but not iced . . . and slushy . . . "
"Do you mean a chocolate milkshake?" I asked.
"Yeah! That's what it's called . . . The baby ate my brain . . . " she answers. Defeated.
Any moment now . . .