Toni Braxton Contractions

Mini keeps threatening to arrive early. Hopefully, she stays tucked away where she belongs for the next 2 weeks. I've been having Braxton Hicks contractions with increasing frequency. We affectionately call them 'Toni Braxton Contractions' in our household. This always makes me laugh, because it reminds me of the last time we were in Vegas together. Ms. Braxton was hosting a long-running gig at The Flamingo Hotel, and she was plastered on the entire side of the building, like so:


One night we were trying to decide what show to see, and Lance "casually" suggested we check out the Toni Braxton show. I suspected his intentions were less than pure, and that it had to do more with her scantily-cladness, and less with her music. I told him I would love to go....if he could name 2 songs she sang. He gave it the ol' college try and came up with one paltry song. We saw Blue Man Group.

Can't blame a guy for trying. Even I had to admit her 27 story gams were quite impressive.

In any case, Toni always comes and goes, never lasting more than an hour to an hour and a half total. We've had some bad sleep over the last two weeks, and I think we've sadly decide that this is our only solution. For him--not me, of course.


Whimpering, sighing, and the toss/turn combo had been hard on the both of us. Toni also likes to make an appearance between the hours of 2 and 5 am, which doesn't help. The advice nurse at Kaiser always asks if I'm drinking enough water.

Yep, got it covered . 5 gallons each, people. The Arrowhead Man is going to wonder what's going on in this household.

While Mini's been Baking away like a cute little muffin, we've finished all of the things on our to-do list. We dropped a small fortune at Whole Foods last night picking up GF snackies for the hospital, and the few weeks after. I have bread, muffins, crackers, bread, soups, and bagels all tucked away in the freezer. I was also delighted to find these new GF pretzels from Snyder's--and Glutino made my life worth living by releasing chocolate covered GF pretzels. I'm. in. heaven.



My hospital bag is all packed up in case we need to flee in the middle of the night--a whole block and a half away. We're so close to the hospital that I'm convinced I could be in full on labor and still ride my bike over there in a 'worst case scenario' situation. This helps me feel much better.

Here's hoping Mini stays put for the next 2 weeks like a fine little obedient baby. Here's also hoping that my tree-trunk cankles, formerly known as my ankles, decide to return quickly after the little muffin is sprung. I think Lance is getting worried.