Yes, I am ready to have this baby. Last night contractions started round about…what? Maybe 7pm? They went on regularly every 25 minutes until about 10…they were growing stronger and stronger but not necessarily closer together. I knew that I was not in “go to the hosptial” labor, but something in me thought that this could at least get things moving along for maybe…and END of weekend baby. Eventually the pains lessened and I was left with slight aches and a few stabbing pains here and there in my cervix (TMI, I know). Those are especially fun, because I’m pretty sure they’re caused by my baby boy putting sudden pressure on my down-belows with the top of his head. An inner-cervical head-butt….if you will. Again, nothing to do with actual, real, honest to goodness labor. But we’ll see. We see our doctor on Monday and she’ll check to see if I’m dialated. From what I hear that can cause things to start moving along (which is why some women avoid it) but I’m all for it. I’m up for just about anything. You could tell me to affix a Tamogachi to my belt buckle to coax him out of there and I’d probably take your advice. Did that make sense? Moving on….
So yes. I just had some pancakes. I told John, “Thanks for making me pancakes, that was really sweet.” His reply, “Well, you woke up and said ‘Make me pancakes.’ So I did.” Haha. Oh yeah, I forgot that part. But I DID say it sweetly, and nicely, and was very grateful. That’s got to count for something, right? After the contractions last night I realised that I wasn’t going to sleep….at all. I waited for John to nod off and then went out into the living room for some serious TV time. I figured I’d watch shows John and my Mom don’t like…like, for instance, Say Yes to the Dress. Yeah…I found out why they don’t like it. THEN, miracle of miracles, Dawson’s Creek came on sometime around the 3 o’clock hour! It was like WHOA. But as I sat there and watched it I thought to myself, “These kids are dressed badly, they talk about stupid things, and Katie Holmes just really bugs me now.” So then I tried to go back to bed. Which resulted in not sleeping some more til around 6am, where I think I finally konked out until around 8ish. But now I’m up. Very very up.
Today we might go try and find a plant I can’t kill. When I told John this he said, “A plastic one?” I said, “No, a real plant. We’re going to the NURSERY.” He looked contemplative for a moment, then said, “Well, I guess we could get you a weed.” Then he decided that no, that would be cruel to the weed. But seriously, I didn’t even KNOW my current plant was dead until last week when my Mom asked if she could throw it away. I had read somewhere that if you have a struggling plant if you pull all the leaves off but a couple, that those ones would get the nutrients. So I thought my leaves were fine. One plant stalk, two leaves. Slightly green/transparent in color. Cute pot. But apparently it’s been dead for awhile, and my nutrient-focused plan didn’t work at all. Stupid living in a basement. You see, I want an Orchid. Really really bad. I think they are BEAUTIFUL and smell SO GOOD. But I refuse to spend $50 on a plant when I can’t even keep a normal houseplant alive. I’m actually starting to have concerns for Camper…as I’m writing this…No. He’ll be fine. And as a SAHM (stay at home mom) I’ll have time to cultivate and care for a houseplant so that I can one day acheive my dream of having my very own beautious Orchid.
And as I’m re-reading this post I think sleep deprivation is getting to me. I think I’m going to go dust the house now. Just in case.
