soooooooooooo uncomfortable

At this point I would so welcome a lot of pain from labour because at least then there would be an end in sight. But man, right now, I can barely walk at all. I think tomorrow will be my last day at work simply because I can’t get around anymore. And although I have been joking about a dramatic event at work that will live in legend, I think I am just going to assume that this weekend is THE weekend. Tumnus will come this weekend – HE HAS TO!! I woke up in complete panic last night because I had had a dream about Tumnus being born on the 30th. Although David has pointed out all the things happening at the end of this month, most of it is stuff he can get started and then walk away from with not too much problem. The concert on the 30th, on the other hand, is non-negotiable; he has to be there – no one else can conduct the choir and orchestra. But surely Tumnus will be born by then; that would be 15 days late!! Our midwife said she has 16 due before the end of this month, so I am sure she would not be sorry if we went that long. Can you imagine??? But I digress. The most exciting part of all this is that I am still so nauseated. Sigh. I am sure it is because there is nowhere for my stomach to go so it is smashed, but man, one thing at a time!! If I am contracting and vomiting at the same time, I will be very frumpy oops, I mean, grumpy, although I am sure I will be pretty frumpy too. (That’s what I get for typing while watching hockey. Lest you think I am not giving you my full attention, I say that something needs to distract me from feeling gross, so hockey it is.) I am skipping choir at the moment, oh well.

So yeah, David told you everything the midwife said, except that I lost some weight – like a pound or so, which naturally encouraged me, especially since she said that is a pretty clear sign I am near the end. Not near enough to my way of thinking. But nothing else. She said could be today, could be next week. Tomorrow is the Medieval Banquet for the grade 8s and one of my colleagues is desperate that I be there, not sure why, but I guess I better hang on till tomorrow, although I would rather not.

Okay, I don’t know about you, but I am sick of whining pregancy talk. On to whining house talk! Yay! Okay, but actually, there isn’t much to whine about other than that we still haven’t heard a thing about the house we made the offer on. Our agent apparently phoned our mortgage guy who is some mucketymuck (where in the world did that phrase come from?) in the Countrywide community (they hold our mortgage, present and future and the mortgage of the house we offered on) and told him to “make it happen.” Told him our sob story or whatever. Apparently he really is a muckety – he has written legislation about mortgages for Indiana or something, so who knows? Maybe he can help. I think I recall agreeing with David that although, as he says, we aren’t worried, we can’t be unrealistic and they have until (I think) Monday. And then we must move on. To what, I don’t know, but something. Our friend, Tim, came to look at our furnace here and it’s true enough that we do have a cracked heat exchange, but he thinks he can make the part appear and do the labour with David’s help for less than, well less than we had thought. In fact, he is going to try to convince the furnace company that it is still under warranty. It is – but only for its original owners (not us). But maybe Tim can sweet talk them. It is perfectly apparent to me how much we must rely on the kindness of others in this whole business. And that is a good thing for two terribly busy and “make it happen” people to have to realise. Although if the baby showers didn’t show us that, we’ll never learn it! Such generosity!! I’m still amazed! When I write things like that, it forces me to remember, yet again, that God is faithful, even to the timing of labour and delivery, another good thing to realise.

So here is something I have been pondering with relation to my grade 8 class and lecture on architecture of cathedrals. What is the oldest church in Europe? I thought that would be an easy google, but no. Someone said the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, but that’s not exactly Europe, being in Jerusalem and all. Someone else said maybe it is Santa Maria in Trastevere, begun in 350, which is what this photo is, but it was mostly rebuilt in the 1200s. Any ideas? Maybe Ravenna?

I’ll probably talk to you again tomorrow!

wendy