Still here.

37 weeks! Just 3 to go, unless the little guy decides to come early. Which, of course, I wouldn't mind at all.

And what of my running? Well, let's say it has mostly been walking. I've done a teeny-weeny bit of running over the past few days but nothing remarkable. Part of that is the pregnancy thing (go figure . . . ) and part is the go-go-go of the past week. I have a book project due this week and another due at the end of the month and I really can't be late with those because, you know, I'll soon have this whole new baby to take care of.

I've still been exercising and I'm trying to be diligent with my little squats/plies/lunges routine since I do believe that leg strength is important for a smooth delivery. Apparently, Conal doesn't go for this. The past two times that I have started up my routine he's said, "Be careful, Mommy."

"OK, I will," I respond and continue with my reps.

Yesterday, though, after he told me to be careful, he turned it up: "No, Mommy. You're going to get hurt."

"No, I won't"

"Yes," he said, shaking his head. "Yes, you are. You're going to get hurt deep in your legs and in the head and in the baby."

I stopped and told him I wasn't going to get hurt and that I did the same thing when I was pregnant with him so it was OK.

"Oh, yeah. I remember. I liked it and it didn't hurt."

And then he went back to his trains and I went back to my routine. He's easily convinced, that one.

So, that's that. I'm still here. Still moving. Still trying to get it all done between now and d-day.

Thanks for stopping by -- hope you all are doing well!

~ Felice