…No graduation day for you.
Baby school dropout,
Missed your birth stages and flunked first poo!
I was too damn exhausted to make it to baby class tonight. It was the class on the 3 stages of labor (which, by the way, my friend Liz called the “3 Stooges of Labor” when we were talking today-cracked me up). Now, even if I hadn’t just read and reread a chapter on each stage of labor in the book “Active Birth” I still would not have gone tonight. I have been overdoing it a little in the last few days.
I spent 9 hours cleaning my house yesterday.
Ok, that sounds ridiculous. BUT the floors had not been mopped since November. NOVEMBER people. But, ah, I took it as a sign that this—-THIS was to be the time I would vacuum the walls (yep) and clean the floor boards (oh yes) and WASH ALL THE COVERS TO THE DOG BEDS.
As I was vigorously scrubbing my windows, my neighbor walked by pushing her tandem stroller and laughed and pointed. I can’t blame her.
And I can’t play it off like this obsession just started yesterday. Here is a confession: The other night when we babysat and Faris took the little guy out for a stroll in the baby Bjorn, I sighed a big tired pregnant sigh, felt how tired my feet and whole body was and promptly GOT DOWN ON MY HANDS AND KNEES TO WIPE AROUND THE BATHROOM BASEBOARDS.
I can’t really come up with a good excuse for that one. I think pregnancy has made me totally insane. Delusions of grandeur: I am the bionic (pregnant) woman.
No new signs of upcoming labor today. Just that I can feel it deeply when the little guy moves his head. Feet and hands are one thing, but his head movements feel like I could reach up there and actually touch him he is so low.
For fun I am posting 2 family photos tonight. The first is my mom. She is in labor with my brother. At home. Home birth runs in my family. My cousin Erica had her first at home and I hear that she is planning a second now! Go Erica! And the other pic is me, fresh from the womb myself (note the gloves that doc or nurse is wearing! They look like something from Homer Simpson’s Nuclear Plant).