10/18/2009


 

 So, I’m like… 8 days away from my due date? Wow…
A co-worker asked me yesterday if I was nervous.
"So, are you like, nervous, at all?"
I was like, "No…"
"Not the teeniest, tiniest bit?"
"No… why should I be?"
-shrugs- It’s not like this is the first time I’ve done it. I was pretty calm about Xavier’s birth, but since I had never had a homebirth I did have a few concerns. But those concerns don’t really apply anymore because they all centered around my prior c-section experience, and those have been squashed with Xaviers birth.

Yesterday was my last day of work. And the boys left. I still can’t believe they’re going to be gone until January.  George texted me when he was on his way thru the airport, apologising. I asked him what he was apologising for. And he said because he was taking the boys away from me for so long.  I told him not to apologise, that he has every right to have them for that amount of time. He deserves to spend time with his boys, too, and that I was just being selfish.

I grocery shopped for myself after work yesterday. It was so weird. How do you cook meals for one person? I have no idea.

I still woke up at 4:40am this morning. Without an alarm. And I couldn’t go back to sleep…
I drove out to Tinky’s place and she took peektures of my enormous belly. I stripped in front of a big, open window. I have no shame.
She molested me with flowy fabric.
And probably saw way more of me than she ever wanted to. LOL

And, even though that took up most of my day… I still wandered around, completely lost this afternoon.
I probably should have taken a nap and then I could have been productive this afternoon.
But I didn’t.
I’ll be productive tomorrow.
And I’ll get the house all in order and guess what? It’ll actually stay clean.

Oh, I bought a book yesterday. Dear John by Nicholas Sparks. I saw the trailer (that’s not the trailer that I prefer. But I can’t find the other one…) for the movie coming out in February and decided I had to read the book first. I’m about 100 pages in.

This having nothing to do thing sucks.
 

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