This past Monday, I had, let’s say, a false alarm. A massive contraction and change in feeling overall that made me think it was time. But an hour later, nothing. A few hours after that, still nothing. I thought it was best to finally pack my bag for the hospital in case I did suddenly, really go into labor and we had to rush to the hospital.

This week is the first week in a long time where I haven’t done much of anything. Aside from a tiny and quick update to one client’s website, I have been reading (just finished the very interesting Provenance, and now in the middle of California Girl), watching DVDs (the bizarre but somehow intriguing “Crash“) and resting. And in between, of course, checking a gazillion times to see if I’ve got everything from paperwork to newborn size diapers within reach from the crib ready. (Yes and yes, I do). My energy goes up and down. One day I feel inspired to create a new cookie design. The next thing I know, I’m reaching for the confectioners sugar and suddenly feel wiped out. After doing nothing. Pregnancy. It’s a very powerful and mysterious experience.

Have a great weekend.