Why oh why????
Do I feel the need to blather my nonsense all across the internet?? As I told my friend
deleva, I don't have a blog because I really shouldn't be allowed out in public, what with my tendency to whine about other annoying humans, and my random (and often disgusting) observations. But I am hitting a major, MAJOR life change now, what with the birth of my second child imminent, and my abrupt departure of the workforce for the life of a stay-at-home mom, a prospect that has always freaked me out. Anyone who knows me is quite aware that I am anything but Hannah Housewife. I look around the house right now and it's condition is a bit worrisome. I suppose anyone reading this would say, "Well, get off your ass and clean then, you idiot!" to which I reply it's 11:30 at night, I'm frankly amazed I'm not already asleep in bed, and I'm 9 months pregnant you judgemental asshole, and then I will politely invite you to fuck yourself.
If only that nesting instinct would kick in! Nothing would make
gaviedrummer happier than to come home on Tuesday and find me frantically scrubbing the walls or licking the laundry clean (okay, that might gross him out a bit). But so far the only sign of nesting has been a reworking of the budget to reflect how pathetic our money situation actually is (which is good, actually, because we can no longer live in denial and must face the facts and cut out everything that is completely nonessential). And I did get the baby's clothes washed and folded, which is probably more out of necessity than nesting.
Apparently, although my due date is June 18, I could actually have her any day now, which is also a bit frightening. I guess we are technically ready, the carseat is installed, the crib is up, she has clothing and diapers, but psychologically I still think of it as a month away (okay fine, 3 weeks, whatever). Plus, she is breech, so if this happens too soon, a c-section will be necessary, which also frightens me. Not that pushing a watermelon out of my hoo-haw will be a big improvement, but from what I understand, the recovery time is a heck of a lot less, and I still have a 7 (almost 8) year old to chase around so that he doesn't manage to kill himself or anyone else (and believe you me, you will hear a lot of ranting and raving about the activities of said kid, along with a number of bitch-sessions about the state of the mental health systems as it relates to children). At any rate, an External Cephalic Version (and you can google it if you don't know what it means, I'm too damn lazy to set up a link) is scheduled for Wednesday, we're gonna see if we can get this stubborn little creature to do a back flip so her head is down where it belongs. I understand it is not the most comfortable thing in the world, so I'm not terribly excited about it. I just have to keep telling myself, it's better than a c-section!
Well, I guess that's enough for tonight. I will sign off for now, and hopefully have something more entertaining to yap about tomorrow. No promises though...... nighty night.
deleva, I don't have a blog because I really shouldn't be allowed out in public, what with my tendency to whine about other annoying humans, and my random (and often disgusting) observations. But I am hitting a major, MAJOR life change now, what with the birth of my second child imminent, and my abrupt departure of the workforce for the life of a stay-at-home mom, a prospect that has always freaked me out. Anyone who knows me is quite aware that I am anything but Hannah Housewife. I look around the house right now and it's condition is a bit worrisome. I suppose anyone reading this would say, "Well, get off your ass and clean then, you idiot!" to which I reply it's 11:30 at night, I'm frankly amazed I'm not already asleep in bed, and I'm 9 months pregnant you judgemental asshole, and then I will politely invite you to fuck yourself.
If only that nesting instinct would kick in! Nothing would make
gaviedrummer happier than to come home on Tuesday and find me frantically scrubbing the walls or licking the laundry clean (okay, that might gross him out a bit). But so far the only sign of nesting has been a reworking of the budget to reflect how pathetic our money situation actually is (which is good, actually, because we can no longer live in denial and must face the facts and cut out everything that is completely nonessential). And I did get the baby's clothes washed and folded, which is probably more out of necessity than nesting.
Apparently, although my due date is June 18, I could actually have her any day now, which is also a bit frightening. I guess we are technically ready, the carseat is installed, the crib is up, she has clothing and diapers, but psychologically I still think of it as a month away (okay fine, 3 weeks, whatever). Plus, she is breech, so if this happens too soon, a c-section will be necessary, which also frightens me. Not that pushing a watermelon out of my hoo-haw will be a big improvement, but from what I understand, the recovery time is a heck of a lot less, and I still have a 7 (almost 8) year old to chase around so that he doesn't manage to kill himself or anyone else (and believe you me, you will hear a lot of ranting and raving about the activities of said kid, along with a number of bitch-sessions about the state of the mental health systems as it relates to children). At any rate, an External Cephalic Version (and you can google it if you don't know what it means, I'm too damn lazy to set up a link) is scheduled for Wednesday, we're gonna see if we can get this stubborn little creature to do a back flip so her head is down where it belongs. I understand it is not the most comfortable thing in the world, so I'm not terribly excited about it. I just have to keep telling myself, it's better than a c-section!
Well, I guess that's enough for tonight. I will sign off for now, and hopefully have something more entertaining to yap about tomorrow. No promises though...... nighty night.