We’ll be leaving in about an hour from now (or, I’m sorry, an hour from when I started this post). I’m pretty darned hungry, if you want the truth of it. My stomach has growled menacingly at me several times this morning but I have to keep telling it to “Hush!”. I am concerned that it’s scaring the baby though. Cuz, you know, it’s scaring me.
I put Kile’s cell phone in the washer last night. We didn’t realize that I had done this until it had been in there about ten minutes so… yeah. We tried all we could do to resuscitate but it was all for naught. The phone be dead. And I feel awful. Yes, he got it for free. But it was a really cool phone and NOW what are we going to do? Chances are, Cingular won’t replace it since it was water damage. So he’ll have to buy a new one but GAH, we just aren’t the sorts who buy phones, you know? In the meantime, he found he can use his old phone which does suck, but it works too and that’s what’s important today. Because if there’s any day you need your cell phone, it’s the day your baby is born, am I right?
I actually slept pretty decent last night. I didn’t have that hard a time falling asleep either, surprisingly. However, my good luck ran out at 4:15 when I had to get up to go pee. And then I couldn’t go back to sleep. You know how it goes. My brain was going a mile a minute. Kile’s alarm went off at 5:30 and he got up to use the bathroom. He got out about 6:00 so we came downstairs. I’ve since taken a shower, finished packing my bag, salivated over everyone else’s coffee and bagels, caught up on my blogs (can everyone just stop posting for the next day or so? thanks), and given my boys lots of hugs.
I’ve been nervous. Ever since yesterday. I guess that’s normal. Last time, I had that doppler we rented and I remember using it that morning to reassure myself that, yes, there is a baby in there. This time… nada. And not having eaten anything, she doesn’t have her normal sugar spike to get her going either. So I’ve been fretting. She hasn’t moved a lot in the last couple of days anyhow. You know me. I don’t need an excuse to get nervous about this sort of thing. I’ll just feel so much better once I’m at the hospital and all hooked up to the monitors.
Anyhow. I’ll be Twittering, one way or another. Stay tuned!
This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
