Friday, July 24, 2009

Ten days and counting.

I'm home and I'm not in labor yet. Ten days overdue. This is hard to swallow. I do feel sick and crampy, but so what? I don't even really have anything I can time, like real contractions. Now and again I have them, but not enough to warrant timing them. I have been bouncing on the exercise ball, and it seems to make me have contractions now and again, but I'm not sure whether that really matters or not. The idea is for the contractions to come on their own. So, I am off the ball for a bit now to do a post in here. After that, I'm not sure what we will do today.

Sitting on the ball in the living room, I was watching Cody and I noticed that his leg looked smudged and dirty. He was still in his pajamas (which were two piece with shorts and a t-shirt, Lightning McQueen, of course), and I asked whether he had been outside. He had not. So I asked Mike what was all over Cody's leg. Mike did not know. I asked Cody and he said he was making a ponytail. I was confused, trying to picture him with one of my tiny "ouchless" black elastics, wondering how he could have smudged his leg with it. So I asked him what he meant. He said, "I was making a ponytail. With your purple thing. I'll show you." And he ran off to the kitchen. Okay, I was still confused, but I have this purple jaw clip that I got from my sister-in-law who is a hair dresser, and I use it to hold part of my hair up while I straighten or curl the other part. So, I still wondered how he could have smudged dirt on himself with that, but I waited patiently, still bouncing on the ball, for him to bring it to me and show me what he had done. I looked at Mike and commented with admiration on how Cody knows exactly what he is talking about and what a great communicator he is.

Then Cody returned to the living room, but he was not carrying my purple jaw clip. Instead, he was carrying my pink Mary Kay compact and I gasped. He brought it to me and I opened it. Sure enough, my make-up was quite mashed and there was colored powdery stuff all over the place. I could not believe it. It was all over my purse too, and the kitchen table. I was a bit upset, and told him never to touch it again, but I thought it was kind of funny too. I don't wear makeup very often, and it is still usable, but I was still disturbed to have it desecrated like that! Leave it to a boy to get into makeup and choose the brown stuff, smearing it on your body like dirt. Haha. Maybe I don't need a girl around here after all.

Anyway, looks like I'll be spending another day waiting and wondering.

Now we're going to the hospital for a non-stress test. Hm. I wonder whether that's in reference to the baby's stress, or my own! Doubt there will be an update later.

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