Ho-Hum…

Just me here, still not a grandma. *w* Now today is Fri. the 13th, so Brie does not want to go into labor today! However her doctor, the one I lovED, is leaving next week for 4 days. Yep, he’s leaving town. Twerp. So Brie’s panicking because the doctor on call is the one who delivered her friends baby and her friend nearly died. Today is not looking so bad for labor methinks.

Sigh.

I told her that just because Stacy’s labor (her friend above) was like that, does not mean Brie’s would be, but you can imagine how that went. I guess they knew Stacy would have a difficult delivery, her hips are tilted or something and there must be some blood problem because she lost nearly all hers (NO exaggeration, she was nearly dead on the table) during the emergency C. Brie’s doc wants her to come in on Monday again (she was just there yesterday) because he wants to check her again before he leaves. I don’t know why, I mean will he stay if she’s almost there or what? I didn’t go in this time, Carl did, so I didn’t hear that conversation. He may be doing that to allay her fears if she talked to him about Stacy’s doc. I hope she did, I don’t blame her. It hasn’t soothed my nerves either I can tell you that.

Did anyone catch Friends last night? It’s one of my favorite’s, where Rachel is overdue and gets tips from her doc on hurrying up labor, anyway, I called Brie after it was over-she’d watched it too-and was going to see if she took those tips to heart, but she’d just been sick. 🙁 Oy. Does anyone know if that’s an impending sign? She’s almost completely effaced (sp?), dilated to approx. 1 centimeter. The child hangs around her knees. (!!) And he’s in position. She’s had diarrhea (TMI?), the cleaning thing, baby’s slowed way down in movement (he’s fine, we checked at hosp. to make sure and again with doc yesterday), her braxton hicks have been every day for a week or more, and getting stronger. She has a hard time sleeping.

I think I’m going to go bring her home. Honestly. Carl is such a spastic over this, I think he’s making her nervous. I’ll bring her home, she can take a walk with me down these country roads, then take a bath and I’ll make her fave supper. Then her dad will be home and she’ll totally relax. Now, doesn’t that sound like a plan?

Sure does. Only thing, she’ll prob. worry about dingbat there at her house, and the whole thing won’t work. *bangs head repeatedly on desk*

What’s a mother to do? Oy. Well this one is going to clean the house. What the hey, it works. I’m tickled (this is pathetic) because when I went to the vac store to pick up bags, I bought these scent bags to put in them while I vac. Pumpkin spice and Mulberry. Yummy. My house will smell delish.

Hey look, I gotta pass the time somehow! *w*

In other news (is there any?!): Mom and dad were over yesterday for coffee. Told me about the tornado that hit the town we just moved from (it’s 5 miles away). It hit the night I wrote about a couple days ago, where we woke Chels up and brought her downstairs when the sirens went off. BUT it hit later, after, right after the tornado warning had lifted. Now isn’t that just peachy?

No injuries, Thank God, but it ripped the roofs off of 20 homes in a new subdivision there. It is time for winter. Enough bugs, enough of the tornado weather, enough of the heat. We need SNOW. And lots of it. Our snowmobiles are teasing us sitting out there ready to go. *L* I guess I need to watch our local news more, lately we just catch the weather but apparently that will do us no good anyway.

When mom and dad got here, we went out on my porch (enclosed) to have our coffee and gab. Within minutes, there were 5 or 6 wasps in there. I killed them, then came more. We could not see where they were coming from either, so later I simply sprayed every crack I saw with bug spray-so thick it was dripping! Oops. Then I sprayed the basement stairway again. I was on a rampage. I’m so damn sick of daddy long legs and now these wasps I can’t tell you. I take a bath, look up see a spider. Go sit on my porch and waa-la there are wasps. NOW the lady bugs are back also. Now, WHY did I want to live in the country again???

Isn’t my life exciting? *L*

I do actually have one, it’s just that lately we are all basically centered around Brie and the birth-me especially. I’ve got to get a grip. I hope this is normal behavior and I’m not being the overprotective, over involved mother. It would be a whole lot different, if she’d moved out a year or so earlier before she got pregnant and was in a stable relationship, that’s a certainty.

Oh well, it’s not like I can change how I feel-scared, apprehensive, worried, anxious-to name a few. And the excitement and pure joy I have when I think how Brie is going to love being a mommy and how wonderfully her life is going to change from it…far outweighs the other. I know it’s normal to be worried, I mean she’s facing quite a thing here, of course a mom would worry until it’s over and everything is okay! But I do think her situation intensifies that.

So if she loves me, wouldn’t you think she’d just HAVE THAT BABY!!! *L* Let me tell you, I just talked to her, and she would love to do that!

Have a great day, I may be back later to discuss something else on my mind-I feel sort of silly though so I just don’t know. It’s one of those boy was my face red kind of things…but it’s bothering me. Sigh. To tell the truth, I’m not sure why I even hesitate. I’ve shown you all in many varied ways that I am not perfect, so far from it in fact. And me and my temper are no secret. Sigh. The thing is I don’t even know why I’m embarrassed about it. I am so weird sometimes. Tell me it’s not just me. Puhlease!!

I know, I’ve cruelly left you hanging. But–OH there’s the phone, must run! Ta. *grin*