I am so over pregnancy. I'm past 36 weeks now and he could come now and
I would be pleased. Not that I'm ready to have an actual baby. (My God!
They are going to give me a baby?!?)
I am quite ready to be done with pregnancy, however.
Over the past few days we have had a heat wave.
You know those poor whales that get washed up on beaches, usually after Navy sonar tests?
Sometimes they are still alive and volunteers run all over the hot
sand, pouring buckets of cool salt water over the swollen, immobile
creatures.
I really, really empathize with those whales. Poor whales.
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Oh God, I remember those days well...and my daughter had the nerve to be two weeks overdue. Every day I would watch "A Baby Story" and burst into tears when the baby was born. I loved being pregnant, but at that point I was really over it.
I was actually glad to leave the hospital and have my baby to myself, but, let me warn you, the ride home is the scariest thing EVER. Even the tiniest bump in the road seems like an earthquake :)
Hang in there!
My brother says to crack the window and put a bucket of ice with lots of salt over it between you and the window. If you have a fan, sit it behind the bucket and pointed at the window with you in between, otherwise sit between you and the window and as close to the bucket as possible.
Yes, I'm so impressed with you that I talk about you when I call my family...
Did I really say "between you and the window" ? That's some zen shit. I meant between the bucket and the window, but if you can accomplish the former, I'm even more impressed.
Donah, I bet the ride home will be exactly as you say. :) Thanks for the encouragement!
BT, thanks very much for the suggestion -- I am going to try that! It sounds wonderful, even without the zen windows. Though man, if I could do that... :)
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