The title of this post is a text message from my Dad on Sunday. I found it amusing. I didn’t go to work yesterday- I couldn’t even fathom it. Not even a little. I went today, but a couple of hours into it when the hot flashes and the pain and the nausea became overwhelming, I called it quits. I couldn’t even concentrate- or sit- or stand. Seriously, I feel like I’m going to blow up. I know I’m only 38 weeks, but can’t I be done now? Please Camper? I feel bad that all I do is eat, complain, and occasionally go to work. Ok, I do more than that (like tell my family that I love them and that they are my favorite people and they make me feel soooo much better, as better as I can feel…but then I go back to complaining) but you know what, I don’t feel that bad. Soon enough Camper will be out and I’ll be able to breath and roll over in bed, and then I can deal with whatever else comes.
I have a feeling that if I would stop shaving my legs twice a day (just in case I go into labor and can’t do it for two days) and maybe even not wash my hair or goodness forbid, pluck my eyebrows, I’d go into labor just because I’d feel unprepared. You know, jinx it. Now that I think about it, we’ve actually got to put the carseat in the car. So I guess we are unprepared.
Tonight, after I woke up from a nap we grabbed some food and set up for Bones- the new season is seriously funny. Jonathan comes over and we all have a grand time watching the new arrangement of looks Booth gives Bones when dealing with the intracacies of her life. I’ve also started watching Alias on DVD again (oh how I love Alias) and am currently reading About a Boy, which while funny, is earily like the movie. I’m not quite used to that, so we’ll see how long it holds my interest.
So yup. Still trying to go to work, reading, watching TV, probably eating more than I should, and enjoying a thunderstormy September. Just waiting.
