This is ridiculous. Nothing is happening. Jim and Jo Anne went back to Texas and it feels pretty quiet around here. We had a great visit with them--it helped keep my mind off the fact that my belly is bigger than should be humanly possible. Now, every day, my mom and I wake up and spend a good portion of it staring at my belly wondering if anything is going to happen. And, then nothing happens. And then we sit around bored. RIDICULOUS, I tell you. I blame my doctor who told me a month ago that he thought I only had a couple weeks left.
So, nothing is happening. And I'm getting damn sick of it. So we are starting to go out and do things because COME ON. I'm not even due for another week. And I could go two weeks overdue. This could go on forever. Holy shit. I can't take it anymore.
Every morning I look in my closet at my three stained, ripped and otherwise too small maternity shirts and say a silent prayer that this will be the last day I have to don one of these hideous garments. And every night, I take the shirt off and throw it with disdain into the laundry, wondering how many new stains have emerged on it. Then, I spend the night heaving myself from side to side in the bed, hips aching, feet and legs so swollen I don't recognize them.
Last night, John and I went out on a date, which was nice. I had pot stickers--a little lame serving of about six of them. I should have ordered TWO orders. Damn, they were deeeelicious. Then we went and saw Burn After Reading, which I really thought was funny. The best part was, on the drive home, we didn't have to stop at an ATM to get babysitter money. Grandparents rule.
We're off to the library now. I'm doing my best to just enjoy the calm before the storm and to relax and have some fun.