Living, Learning, Eating

My family is scattered across the globe. That's the simplest explanation I can give for why I found myself flying internationally with a four month old infant and no other adult to help.
In ordinary times, having family all over is the best thing ever - having a very diverse family makes the whole world feel so much smaller and closer together. There's always an excuse to explore a different place and having my mom live in a cozy house...

It's been a while since I last wrote - 1.5 months, in fact.
As tends to happen after being pregnant for eons, I finally went into labor! My contractions began at exactly 41 weeks pregnant.
From the day after I gave birth!

I'm now just two days shy of my due date and I've been eagerly reading signs of labor into every little thing since before Christmas.
The holiday season came. The holiday season went. Our baby remains snug as a bug in a rug in my tum.
What's a first time mom-to-be to do once she's full term and still nothing is happening down there?...

I passed 37 weeks last week, so I'm now officially full term and our little one could come at any moment! Or not for another several weeks.
That's absolutely bizarre, isn't it?
There's no other time in life when you're told, "hey, sometime in the next minute to four weeks you'll run a marathon, undergo perhaps the most significant medical event of your life, start a new job, and get a high-needs roommate whom you'll be solely...