Wednesday, November 26, 2008
OK. That's it. I'm ready for this baby to get here. I'm just getting so tired of waking up at 1am every morning with awful contractions, and then spending the next couple of hours doing everything I can do to get them to stop (drinking water, walking in the cool air, laying on my left side, taking my anti contraction pills). I'm exhausted, and oh so irritated. Mostly at my husband, who I know is just trying to help, but is driving me absolutely crazy. No honey, I do not need to go to the hospital... yes, I just had another contraction... no, I'm fine please stop touching my rock hard stomach... yes, it hurts... no Christopher, I really don't need to go right now, I'll tell you when I do... no I'm not lying... no, I'm not lying about not lying. Suddenly my blog that I was trying extra hard not to consume with baby, has been completely engulfed. Baby shower this, labor that. Much like my every day life. All crafts and chores have come to a complete stop, and everything revolves around me laying on the couch, shoveling cookies into my mouth in hopes of putting an extra pound on my little mister before his arrival. OK, plus I really like eating cookies. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and we still don't have a clue as to whats on the menu. Which means we haven't done our shopping. You know what that leads to? Chaos at the grocery store at the very worst possible time to shop. Will the madness ever end??
-"The New Baby - A3 Art Print", by Sascalia, $25.00.