My big issue right now is that Leif came so early (36 or 37 weeks exactly, depending on whose count you believe), and overall everything is just so different this time. So nothing I'm feeling actually has any meaning to me.

If Leif had come at 42 weeks or something, I doubt I'd be having any thoughts about delivering soon. And, since my health is so much better, there's no reason to believe it'll happen early this time.

(He wasn't induced, but I was basically under threat of induction within a few days after he arrived. I'm curious how much of his arrival was due to my health, how much was because he was just ready, and how much was me not wanting to be induced.)

Need to set up a flickr account or something soon.

Leif and I are bouncing around together on our respective exercise balls.

He had a late nap, and given how much we've both slept today, I wonder if there is any real chance of being up and ready in time for this garage sale that is supposed to have cloth diaper stuff.