Today is a great day to have a baby!! Too bad it’s my
brother-in-law’s sister having hers and I am STILL home, working and pregnant! L
She is having her third via C-section and is hoping for a girl. I am hoping for
a contraction – even a teeny-tiny one! (Remind me, by the way, when the time
comes, that I was hoping for those…) I have a doctor’s appointment later on
tonight and am hoping to hear that I am making some progress. But I’m not
holding my breath.
Things with work have been settled as far as me going out
for awhile – that is a weight off of my shoulders. My boss has been wonderfully
understandable and flexible and seems he will continue to be when I have the
baby. For that, I am one grateful girl.
Things with F are even looking up. We had lunch on Saturday
and although it was brief (I am not so comfortable being out these days) it was
very enjoyable and we were able to discuss details about the Christening we
will be having with my niece Allie. I
am so happy to be able to do a combined Christening…actually happy isn’t really
the word. I thought that F was going to have a conflict at one point and it
wouldn’t be possible and that made me cry (understanding that is not that difficult to do these days). It
means the world to me and I am already so excited! The baptism will be at my
church and we are having the party at
a local restaurant because the manager there was so gracious and
cooperative (and, plus, the food is fantastic)!
Physical status: a wreck. Nothing fits me anymore. Every day
finding a shirt becomes a treasure hunt. My belly is stretched to the max and
feels that way – so tight and hard and sometimes itchy. When I walk, it feels
like the baby is going to fall out (I wish!) and when I sit or lay for too
long, my back and hips hurt. Every morning’s shower is a one hour routine
because I need to get hospital-ready clean. This means shaving, scrubbing, and
moisturizing from my feet to my chin. The thought of being basically naked and
fully exposed under those damned lights they lower from the ceiling horrifies
me. Parts that I haven’t seen in
months are going to be out there for all the world to see. Shoot me. Each night
when I get changed back into the only sweats that fit me, I think “Well all of
that was a waste today – the only human I saw was my mother.” But I know – I know – that the one day I don’t do my
hospital-ready clean routine, I will go into labor. So an hour a day it is.
Speaking of which…have to go blow dry my hair juuuuuust in case…
8 days to go!!!
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