calking the bathtub. I really don’t enjoy that task, but it has been bugging me for a few months now. I suppose I should have a regular schedule of these household maintenance things and then just do them at the prescribed time – like defrosting the freezer or weeding the garden (which I did on Tuesday). Some things are much easier if you don’t wait until they HAVE to be done.
The bathtub looks a lot better with the new white calk, but I really wanted to tile yesterday. In my mind, I could make a quick trip to Home Depot with Emma, buy some tile, backer-board, grout and be done by the time Emma got up from her nap at 3pm. I’ve tiled before and was reminded by my terrified husband that tiling isn’t a 2 hour project, done by a pregnant lady, on an old house with lots of funny angles, without a saw, and with a 2 year-old assistant. Jeff made me promise at lunch time that I would just calk the tub and not tear into the tub surround.
Today on my to-do list is cleaning the car, inside and out. I would also like to make zucchini bread. I am pretty much bored out of my tree and would rather just go into labor. This waiting is getting desperate and no, there are no signs of her coming out. My brother-in-law is barely alive after telling me I was “barely showing” and I could go a few more months at least. He didn’t stick around to hear my comeback, which I have really wanted to shout at a few people. Do you not realize that just because I am not showing as much as someone who is 5’4” that I am still carrying a 7+ pound baby and 35lbs of extra weight, not to mention that pregnant women double the blood in their body and the fact that my belly isn’t AS big just means that the baby has made her home on my bladder and I went to the bathroom 14 times last night while still suffering from heart burn, nausea, back aches, and swollen feet that feel like burning sausages?!!
So, talking to a friend yesterday, she commented that I sound a little irritable and it was about time I had this baby. I would have to agree and am pretty happy at this point that my husband is not a blogger. I think his blog title would be
I need to repeat this verse a few hundred times today…
“For you created my inmost being, you knit be together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”
7 comments:
Hang in there. I have the advantage of having lived through this experience nearly five months ago. You will labor, you will birth, I know you know that. It just can't come quick enough. Maybe it's like - God's way of getting us to be extra, extra productive before we are temporarily incapacitated. Who knows... All I remember is thinking that if anyone tells me, "The baby will come when it's ready." one more time I would literally BITE thier head off.
I'm with Annie. I remember people telling me that this baby would come when he was good and ready, and I wanted to slap them. Finally, I asked the midwife if we could have this baby come because I was good and ready. One week after his due date. Sheesh!! I prefer 4 weeks early to one week late.
Maybe you will be one of those wierdos whose child comes on the due date. That always sounded just WAY too perfect to me. I'm not wishing that on you, just wondering.
"Lord, make this baby come as soon as I click Publish Your Comment."
PS - Be thankful that you are one of the beautiful, pregnant women who could model maternity wear at 39 weeks and 4 days. Maybe not shoes . . .
Did it work?
Paul is very very very very very sorry.(sorry for Jeff that is, are you sure that you are almost 9 months? for 35lbs of extra weight you sure hide it well) Meanwhile, apparently I was a dream as a pregnant lady in comparison. Maybe I shouldn't share that part.
Yeah, so my husband wrestled the computer away from me there for a minute, Sorry.
Each time I read your latest entries I feel bad that you're in this state of waiting, heart burn, swollen feet, etc...but then I end of laughing my end off because you have so perfectly described the situation and added so many funny touches. When people say that laughter is the best medicine, I think they are talking about the person who is "sick" or waiting for a baby to come. So here I sit, a 2 day drive away from you, not pregnant and feeling guilty for laughing about your daily mishaps. Seriously though, my mom often says, "this too shall pass". It will and you will be holding a beautiful baby girl...and then a couple years down the road you will be blogging and I will be laughing when this little one finds the flour canister for the first time...or maybe this one will be into brown sugar...what would be worse? Love you.
Hey! It's good to get back to checking the blogs. I've missed it all summer. I love your sarcastic style of writing and am getting a good laugh and also empathising as I remember back to 4 pregnancies. However, I was one of those 5'4" with a shelf for my plate, but still had to go to the bathroom at least "14" times a night. Dennis put a board under the head of the mattress for the heartburn, not that it worked all that great as I remember! You know if you want to get this over with, there is always "Pit", but I wouldn't recommend it, as I had it with both boys. My walking partner just had her baby Friday of Labor Day weekend. They actually sceduled her with the Pit. But then her problem was a 9# baby and it was a week early! I'm praying that by the time you check this comment, you'll have had that baby! Love you! Aunt Marci. PS Love the dining room!
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