It’s Monday. And here I sit — still pregnant.<\/p>\n
I feel like a bird sitting on her nest, waiting for her eggs to hatch. <\/p>\n
Speaking of nests, I woke up at 5 a.m. yesterday, itching to clean everything, organize every messy surface (of which there are many) and generally whirl around like some kind of psychotic Tasmanian devil, straightening everything in my path. Luckily, I am married to the world’s most understanding, accommodating husband, so he was able to channel all this manic energy for good. We hung curtains, organized closets, decorated our newly-remodeled bathroom and even had yummy ribs for supper! What a guy.<\/p>\n
All of this is the culmination of a weekend where I tried to get my mind off of having a baby. On Friday night, we went out to eat at this amazing Indian restaurant called Tandoori Hut (cleverly named because of its location in a former Pizza Hut), where, I admit, I ordered the spiciest thing on the menu. After many, many, many glasses of ice water, Tim and I decided to finally catch “Memento,” which is playing at the Tivoli. Wow. Just like everyone in the world has said before, this movie was stunning. I know it was supposed to be confusing at the end, but I still couldn’t help going over it again and again. I need closure!<\/p>\n
I’m trying to remember what we did on Saturday… I don’t think it was much, because you would not believe how hot it is here. I mean, apparently there’s something that has to do with the dew point being so high that means we’ve turned into Guatemala. I can’t remember it ever being this humid outside, and I’ve lived in a river town my entire life. So pretty much I tried to stay in darkened rooms all day on Saturday, occasionally tending to the laundry and napping. We rented “Snatch,” which was very enjoyable. I especially like the fact that Brad Pitt looked absolutely filthy in every single scene he appeared in. I mean, for goodness’ sake! And he had this great gypsy accent, rendering him incoherent. Fun with big Hollywood stars!<\/p>\n
Oh geez, I’m rambling, aren’t I? I apologize. But, hey, I don’t have anything else to do, and it’s my blog! Woo hoo!<\/p>\n
I don’t understand why people don’t like Scott Kanneberg’s songs on “Brighten the Corners.” I think they are OK.<\/p>\n
So, it looks like we’re headed back to the doctor’s again tomorrow. My appointment is for 12:30, which means that my appointment doesn’t actually exist, because that’s when everyone goes to lunch and I sit in the waiting room until 1:30, waiting for everyone to come back. But that’s fine. I could probably not show up until 1:30 and be fine, but I’m too much of a nice Midwesterner to do that. No, I’ll just hang out there, looking very pregnant and uncomfortable, wedged in a waiting room chair, thumbing through a copy of Field and Stream because I’ve already read everything else. You know, if I took a New Yorker to every one of these appointments, I would probably be caught up reading them instead of still trying to make it through June.<\/p>\n
One last thing: According to a message board I read over the weekend, several people have been dilated as much as 5 cm and still were not in labor. For weeks. Most were eventually induced by skittish doctors who worried that the patient wouldn’t make it to the hospital in time. The bonus though, is that most had less than 2-3 hours of labor!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s Monday. And here I sit — still pregnant. I feel like a bird sitting on her nest, waiting for her eggs to hatch. Speaking of nests, I woke up at 5 a.m. yesterday, itching to clean everything, organize every messy surface (of which there are many) and generally whirl around like some kind of … <\/p>\n