"Mom, I don't think I can handle hosting people this weekend. I mean, it's only 4 days until I'm induced, and I really think I hit a wall today."
"But then again, you people aren't high-maintenance. It'll be all relaxed and what-not. Plus, you are talking to me in the evening. I'm done in the evening --completely done. Come tomorrow morning I'll be 'Sure! I can make dinner for everyone!' I'm much more chipper in the mornings."
So, I hit a wall today. A physical wall, I believe. It didn't stop me from cleaning the laundry room, doing the laundry, putting up the bassinet, going shopping, fixing the car-seats, agreeing to accompany a musical number on Sunday, and managing the fearsome foursome, though. However, these things were harder and my patience was shorter and I felt more achi-ness than usual. And some sciatic nerve pain and a whole bunch of ligament stuff, and a few contractions (not real ones --no worries! If you were worried. Were you worried?).
I'm thinking this is why I haven't gone into labor. Here's my irony: Until I relax and just chill for a while, my body will not go into labor. However! If I receive an epidural (meant to relax you, right?), my body will immediately STOP labor completely. I have to feel everything in order to progress.
I don't find it weird, though. Nature is usually full of contradictions. I'm sure my body needs me to be relaxed and rested in order to make it through labor. See? Makes perfect sense.
Brandon finished one final and only has one more final and a presentation to finish! By tomorrow night, his first term at Wharton will be over.
Only 700 to go!
Okay, just kidding. It's like...12? Or something?
Did you know that Utah is awesome if you want to take all your kids out to Wal-Mart (non-preferred store --had to throw that out there. Sorry to Wal-Mart lovers!) on a Friday night whilst 39 weeks pregnant and at the end of a long, hot, chore-day? It is! Because nobody will stare at you for more than a few seconds, and the cashiers will be nice to you as your buy your stuff (she was delightful). I honestly don't feel like a freak here. It's kinda nice.
Do you feel like a freak in Utah? Or where you are living right now? How come?
I love Malcom in the Middle. And Seinfeld. And Scrubs. The re-runs of the aforementioned shows are keeping me occupied until Psych and Monk start up in a few weeks. Occupied as in: "every once in a while I actually get to sit down, and if I don't nod-off completely, I watch some TV to unwind."
Why is it that my husband can talk about politics on his Facebook page ALL THE TIME with ease and confidence and total control of his emotions, but if I do it once, and not really "talking" about it, I get all emotional and offensive to any comments (however little) that come my way? Part of me thinks it could be because our personalities are such that he can handle the pressure, but I can't (I can't handle the pressure!). However, instead of that, I'm going to go with the generalization that men and women are different. Men don't take it personally like women do. Right? Yeah, it's a bad generalization. But I'm stickin' with it. My personality is just fine, I tell you. Just fine! FINE!
My CD player is broken. Luckily, Brandon takes his laptop with him everywhere --even the hospital! Maybe we can Pandora during labor.
Adieu, dear reader. I hope your weekend is fabulous. Oh, but before I depart, I want you to read this. Because I love this person and I am worried for her, even though she told us all not to be worried. How can I not worry? Sorry, RJ...