So, I guess this explains why in every gathering of women, we all end up sharing our birth stories. I remember before we had kids I was so annoyed by the Air Force parties. The guys were all in one room talking flying and the women were all in the kitchen talking labor and delivery. And I was somewhere under a table with a bottle of wine.
Actually, I had some Internet and Pre-1985 Pregnancy Book prescribed wine the other night. I was having nonstop Braxton Hicks contractions that wouldn't stop no matter how much water I drank or how I changed positions. Then I read some advice from midwives online and from some books I have from my Aunt Julie, and they recommended having a small glass of wine. Sure enough! Bye-bye contractions! It was a little odd to be awake at 2 in the morning, 8 months pregnant, pulling wine out of the fridge. Unfortunately, it had been open for awhile and really didn't taste all that great. I really wished they had prescribed two cold beers, but alas! They did not. [I hope someone is taking notes--JOHN--and is planning to bring not one, but two ice cold beers to the hospital when it is time! Forget the flowers. Just bring the beer.]
So. How was your weekend? Ours was good. John and I had a date night down in Baltimore's Little Italy. He had farfalle with crab meat and zucchini. I had potato gnocchi in a gorgonzola cream sauce. Then we attempted to walk around, but I was waddling too much and had eaten too much. So, I voted to just go back to the car, where I clutched my distended abdomen in agony the entire ride home. Yesterday, we all went swimming, and I felt a little sad as I realized it was almost TOO COLD to swim (In AUGUST. The Texan in me is very confused by this.) I guess it means summer is almost over. This might have been the fastest summer of my entire life, including those short Alaskan ones. I haven't yet taken advantage of all the things I was going to do! We've hardly eaten outside on the porch. We didn't go peach picking or canoeing. We never had that neighborhood party we wanted to host. I still haven't taken Becca's kite or fishing poles out of their original packaging!
Oh well. The good thing about not being Active Duty anymore is that I know we can do all that stuff next year or the next year. Or the next. That is a good feeling...