We have the new car.
The Welshman is here.
The Scary Baby’s mother returned my baby clothes.
Most of my laundry is clean.
Suitcase still isn’t packed.
Still no bed to sleep in.
Nutty Person coming for Sunday Lunch (and that better not change…or else).
Nothing at all on track.
Today I had my last check-up before the baby comes, on June 4th, right? Except not all is well in Baby Land. My blood sugar levels are wonky, my uterine scar from the last two c-sections is tender when poked (if it hurts when you do that, stop doing that…not the right philosophy), I’m half-way effaced, and the doctor seriously wanted to admit me TODAY because all these funky Braxton Hicks contractions, well, apparently some of them are The Real Thang.
But yesterday on the way to see The Ugliest Car Which Is Now Ours my temporary root canal filling thing fell the hell out. And while it’s kinda funky to feel the rubbery thing that’s holding whatever in there, I wasn’t too sure about leaving it that way. So I insisted that she let me go home so I could go to the dentist. I mean, I have nothing ready, my tooth has a gaping hole in it, The Welshman’s coming to dinner and I’m just NOT READY to be a mom, again. Oh, and the kid, he was sick and needed to be picked up IMMEDIATELY from the day care center
So I argued with her, insisting that I could and indeed wanted to go the distance. Pregnancy hormones, right?
Well, common sense won out in the end. Sometimes I do listen. A little. So Monday night I’ll be checking into the hospital, with my bag hopefully packed by then, with maybe a few girly things to clothe MP3 in and various other essential items like a
brumisateur because who ever heard of air conditioning in this God-forsaken country. And Tuesday afternoon sometime around 2 the glamorous bundle of joy will scream her first screams. And life will change again. And oh God, I’m so not ready.
Good luck! I'm sure things will work out great in the end... and you won't be pregnant anymore!
And the car isn't that ugly...