Tuesday, July 7, 2009

One Track Mind

So, today was the day of the full moon, according to the internet. Yes, it was to be on July 7th, so even though it is silly, I was kind of hoping that something might happen tonight. Labour, I mean. But, this morning I found out that July 7th was indeed the full moon...at 3 a.m. this morning. Yep. It has already happened, and I am most certainly not in labour. Looks like all of the July dates that I picked for myself have now come and gone, and still I have not met my baby face to face. I should have known better than to pick three dates that were all prior to my due date.

Tomorrow I have to go to the doctor yet again for another irritating appointment. Okay, that's just my hormones talking, I guess. My doctor is very punctual, and my appointments are usually quick and painless, but I still have to drive a long way to get there and back, and previously I also had to worry about child care arrangements every time as well. Tomorrow will be different because Mike is home. If Cody's glasses are in, we'll have to all go in because I am not up for a trip in with him by myself again this week. He wasn't too bad last week, but when I took him out of the optician's store, he collapsed on my on the sidewalk and I had to do the old "one-arm-drag", which is highly embarrassing when you are out downtown, even if it's only downtown Brandon. I was quite angry, but I did manage to get him to the van, though it is not easy dragging a 42 1/2 pound three year old and I had to keep a death grip on his hand in case he decided to bolt, as there was a ton of traffic. So, if his glasses are in and he needs them fitted, I will be dragging ALL of my boys with me to town. That could be a long day.

I don't have all that much to report in here...unfortunately. All I can think about these days is childbirth, a topic that is normally taboo in my mind. Well, it used to be anyway, before it kept happening to me over and over again. The other day I was out and Cody and Jamie got to jump in one of those inflatable enclosed bouncy things like they have at amusement parks. My sister-in-law laughed at me because every time Jamie would squeeze out of the opening I told her that it kept making me think of child birth. Then he came out backwards, so I thought of it as breech. Later we were at a marshmallow roast, and the fire was in a big, round metal pit. Everyone there was singing "I fell into a burning ring of fire", and I was off again. Yep. Everything reminds me of childbirth. Tonight, Mike is working on his homework and was stuck on one assignment. He told me at one point that he thought he was over the hump now and that things would get easier. I looked down at my belly and said, "I wish I could get over my hump." Hehe. Oh well. Yes, I suppose it is ridiculous, but I can't help it. It's hard not to think about it when everything I do is hindered by my awkwardness or my extreme over-dependence on the proximity of a bathroom. Still, I will miss this, when my baby is out. There is nothing quite like the feeling of the baby kicking and moving inside of me. Last night I could feel a tiny foot. I was so thrilled. I can't always tell what parts I am feeling, but that time there was little doubt that it was indeed a foot. Mike felt it too and agreed.

Anyway, as I said, this is all pretty much the same theme over and over again. I will probably write in here every day, and every day it will say the same thing. I am not in labour. Mike says the 9th. My Mom says the 10th. I guess I am back to guessing the 21st. How depressing. I don't know whether I'll be able to handle waiting that long. I guess it will give me a chance to clean my house again. It is getting messy in here again, and it is frustrating. So, I am going to sign off for now, and possibly play a little "Big Brain Academy" on the Wii. Yes, a terrible idea to play a brain game when I am pregnant, but maybe it will help. I will likely be back tomorrow with the same report as always. Maybe my doctor will say something different this time. Something other than telling me that my baby is huge. Here's hoping. Goodnight.

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