1/5/07- Waiting game.
Well, the full moon came and went and we are still pregnant. I feel like I am expecting company but I have no idea when they are supposed to arrive. I am keeping the house clean and ready and the nursery is heavy with anticipation. Today I put together the pack and play and put out even more baby monitors. The house is conspicuously missing a baby. If someone came in and didn’t know I was pregnant they would think we were crazy. We are very ready.
I have suggested that Keith go golfing this weekend (if Miles is still in hiding) since we don’t know when he will have the time or money to go again. Tonight he is out with a friend, having a beer and playing bar games, under strict orders not to get drunk just in case I happen to go into labor and need him called home at a moments notice. I worry needlessly. (I hope).
We have rearranged the master bedroom to make room for the bassinet and rearranged the office so it’s not horrible to be in here. I did a prego painting of myself. Very droopy and curvy. Not very flattering, but very true to how I feel I look. I sit around and picture myself skipping and jumping and touching my toes. I can’t wait. It’s hard for me now to feel like I will ever be any different. Forever with a huge, hard, swollen belly. I long for “normal” clothes. Meanwhile, I spend time wondering how Miles could ever possible wear all the clothes he has. I’m sure we’ll figure it out. I have always felt like I am in a perpetual state of laundry, why do I have a feeling that that that wasn’t nothin’?
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