at first i was pretty upset. like pissed off upset. then crying upset. and now. i'm not upset. i have made peace with the idea that my womb is just super comfortable and super awesome. i mean, i don't want to leave comfortable-awesome hotels either (not dissing early babies, those wombs are awesome too... i may be a little jealous even though i've made peace, these are complex emotions, people!). and also really large- ay yi yi. oh well.
this week i have been lying low, hoping to give birth at any moment as to fulfill the measure of my creation. dan has been studying very diligently and i have been sleeping, walking, reading, watching, nesting, and so on and so forth. i cried and cried watching Juno, and then laughed and laughed watching Baby Mama. i had to fight my drooping eyelids while watching The Hunt For Red October. i get a lot of 'sudden bursts of energy' and please myself by finding that one last thing to do/organize. then i think, this is it! like the book says! that burst of energy and then labor! ha! stupid books. but on the plus side i have had extra time to enjoy the fruits of my labor (pun!) and that is satisfying.
so maybe this will be my last pregnant sleep? maybe not. who the heck knows. one thing i do know though, is that if this sweet babe of mine ain't here by tomorrow afternoon, Hunger Games matinee, yo!
3 woot-woots!:
well, the HG matinee was really good.
Hunger Games was great wasn't it?! I thought they casted all the characters perfectly!
Now that you had your baby did you feel like she did in the movie? Like you were shizzing a knife?
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