It’s me again! But no leaves.

It’s me again and I am apparently writing more than David is. Who knew? I know I promised a photo to go with the glory that was the last post, but it’s on a certain someone’s computer and therefore more irremovable for me than well I don’t know what.

Undoubtedly the reason for David’s lack of writing has been that we just finished Easter and this week, for all church musicians, is known world wide as Holy Week Hangover.

(Oh my goodness, I hear the first ice cream truck of the season as I type this. I don’t know whether to be amused that they think folks will eat ice cream in this chilly weather, disgusted that it is the beginning of hearing the song all summer long 10 feet from my kitchen window, or hopeful that maybe this is a true sign winter is almost over. So many conflicting emotions!)

There are no conflicting emotions whatsoever at the state in which I currently find myself. I am so ready to be rid of this baby I swear I won’t even be able to be happy when he is born. I truly pray I have that thing all mothers talk about how they “fall in love” with the kid as soon as he is born. I sure hope so because at this point, I am verging on resentment and dislike. I know I am no different from the gazillions of women who have done this before me, but I tell ya. I don’t have to like it. The latest state of affairs, and then I’ll quit whinging, is that I can hardly walk, I can’t really go anywhere or do anything by myself. I can’t sit comfortably or lie or stand or breathe. My ribs are sticking out at ridiculous angles and I can hear the bones in my back shifting and crunching most of the time. I have pulled muscles in the bottoms of my feet from all the extra weight I am carrying (146 lbs last check). My favourite though, and hence why saved for last, is the nausea. Oh yes, my old friend the barfs is back! And I was starting to feel a little nostalgic about it. I’m pretty sure the reason for this is that my stomach is just so darn squashed, there is no room in it for food, so when I eat, even if only a little, it has nowhere to go, and starts to come back up. Lovely description I’m sure you were all longing for. Sorry! I ended my sentence in a preposition! “A lovely description for which I’m sure you were all longing.” I’m sure that’s better – I know one editor at least who feels relieved I have changed that. And now I’m done with the whinging. I hope.

In any case, I still don’t feel ready for a baby and it isn’t because I’m not emotionally or psychologically prepared or whatever. I mean, I know I’m not ready in those ways! However, I don’t feel ready because we still don’t have a couple things we really really need. Like a crib. Or diapers. (Well we have some of those.) Why dost thou wait, you ask? Well, we have one baby shower to go and then we will see what we still need. It would be silly to go buy something someone is planning to give us. The next shower is this coming Friday at my school and the following day, let me tell you, I will be at Target with my list! So Tumnus can come (now Easter is over), but he won’t have anywhere to sleep until Friday or Saturday. I did pack my hospital bag. And one for David containing a flask and cards for playing crazy 8s ha ha.

One more actual new thing is that, because we didn’t have enough to do and because we are gluttons for over-work and because I was worried that I would have nothing to do between feedings other than stare at the wall, we put our house on the market this week!!! Actually, I suppose it will actually be listed Monday or Tuesday. Why did we do this? Well it’s nearly spring, the time when everyone looks at houses; our gardens will be in best form in a month or so; there are a couple houses we’re very interested in buying (yes, we’ll pick only one of them); and well, I don’t know other reasons. We felt like it. There isn’t enough room to swing a cat in this house let alone a baby with all his gear. Although I remain utterly unconvinced he needs all the gear we are told he MUST HAVE or we will all SURELY DIE!! I guess I’ll find out. And if the “you will never survive” folks are right, I’ll buy them beer. Or something. In any case, this means packing stuff up to make the house look lovely and uncluttered (not too hard to us as you can imagine). It means finishing those piddly projects that we just haven’t gotten around to doing, like painting the stairs and the front door. We are trying to decide if we should rip out the kitchen cabinets and replace them. They are ancient, but the cost….. We remain undecided about that one. I am trying to be helpful, but reference the fourth paragraph and you can imagine how helpful I’m being. Sigh. That is the most frustrating thing of all. I will be a bad old person, you know?

Anyway, you’re probably sick of reading, as I am sick of sitting and writing. I just knew you’d want all the latest however, so I figured I’d better divulge. Speaking of latest, David assures me he is going to be updating every 30 minutes once we start labour so if you’re really into the moment by moment, catch up on all the latest action with the play by play! I’m doubting the frequency on that a bit, but I’m sure there will be updates. So stay tuned.

ttfn

wendy