February 5, 2007
Rising and Shining
Good morning, and good week, everybody. Ready to hit the ground running? I am. Well, ready to hit the ground waddling, anyway. We're off to a good start over here. Kids are playing cheerfully in their rooms, while I peruse the blogs and check my email. (Speaking of which, HeroBoy complained the other day that he never gets any email- which I thought was funny, considering that he's three, doesn't have an email address, and can't read.)
Not much going on this week, really. We have storytime at the library Wednesday, followed by a sacklunch get-together. Other than that, nothing much on the agenda. Oh, maybe we could throw in HAVING A BABY if we're lucky, but I'm not holding my breath. (If I was, I would exhale with a "hoo-hoo-hoo" in hopes that labor would kick up.) I had my first real moment yesterday... one of those, I-can't-do-this-any-longer-please-God-lemme-have-this-baby-NOW-moments. I was relaying this to my mom, and she said, "I know you hate to hear this, but you should really try to enjoy these last few days of being pregnant, etc. etc."
To which I replied, "Talk to the hand, Mother."
No, not really. I do try to enjoy every little thing I can about it- I know how amazing a thing pregnancy is. And I make the most of it, for the first 37 weeks. After that, I'm done. I've enjoyed it enough. All told, I've been pregnant 40 months of my life... or 3 years and 4 months. I don't know how much more of it I could possibly enjoy! Gimme the baby! Let me enjoy the BABY!
But I'm trying to reel that in a little. I'm good. I can hold on a bit longer. And I didn't really tell me dear, old, saintly mither to talk to the hand. (I don't know why, but that was best said with a Scottish burr).
Oh, and I guess I spoke too soon about having names chosen. We're still floundering on the boy's. I thought we had it, but we don't. Now we're in this pattern of thinking of a name, then thinking of why we don't like it. Poor baby. If it's a boy, it's out of luck, cause we got nothing. I thought of a great one, but then we decided it was just "too cool". Too cool? How is that a problem, I ask? Can you ever be too cool? No. But you can be too picky, which is what King Pen and I have become.
Well, I rambled enough this morning. I'm gonna go get some stuff done, and I'll write later. I seriously AM going to blog later, because I have a few things brewing around in my head that should see the light of day. Till then.
Nice to have you back - missed you over the weekend (am I becoming a tad too dependent?).
I understand just how you feel--my last 2-4 weeks of pregnancy I was just tired of waiting, dangit! And it was my first--not fourth--time. Hang in there!
Can a boy's name really be "too cool?" Now you've got me curious!
Posted by: Lorelei at February 5, 2007 3:13 PM
Ok, now I am too curious also, what is the "too cool" name. You KNOW you have to tell us now, it's impolite to start something and not finish!
Posted by: auntj at February 7, 2007 3:48 PM