We are now at week 30, which means we're about two months away (or less) from Norby's arrival. It also means that the second trimester is a distant memory and that as we labor (pun intended) toward the home stretch, Helen's mood may be changing for the worse.
I completely understand the idea of wanting the baby out of your body after having it in there so long. I also can appreciate how much it must suck to waddle instead of walk, be told by older Asian women that you're so big they thought you'd be delivering any day now (true story) or have hip and back pain so bad it hurts to move even the slightest bit.
On the flip side, I am fighting the urge to do what comes naturally when I see danger coming - running away and ducking for cover. Just like the first trimester, when Helen was moody, I have been anticipating her wrath touching down on me like the eye of a hurricane. So far though, it hasn't really happened, bless her heart. And maybe it won't. Still, if anyone needs me, I'll be in the other room, just in case.
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